I thought I hated peaches for thirty five years because apparently only trash peaches are accessible. Maybe my hatred of melons is the same. I like melon candy, but have never tasted good melon. 

I broke out the Fry Daddy and have some fun sized snickers in the freezer.  Just need to whip up a batter, and I’m ready.  But onion rings first (seriously, I’m deep frying onion rings tonight.  I don’t know if brown fried food is a cry for help or self care at this point).

You’re doing God’s work, there.

Is there any better evidence that AI in charge of the simulation we’re in was badly programmed and is crying for help than Murder Hornet headlines?

Seems fitting for something that’s virtually beer.

I’ve given up on my jigsaw puzzle.  2000 pieces.  I have no knack for it, and it makes me feel disappointed in myself every time I walk by it.  I need to box it up and throw it in the basement.

I own Freddie Prinze Jr.'s cookbook. He's from NM, so lots of green chilies.  Have his wife appear a few times, and I'd be into it. 

Remember the deep fried cherry pies from McDonald's?  Probably that. I made a fair approximation of them once with white bread, canned pie filling, butter and sugar in a sandwich press.  I was a super picky kid, so no family meals stick out, but those trashy pies.

Not the Moon Man!

Added to the list of innocuous things that are really increasing my anxiety, then I tell myself I’m being irrational for being bothered by them, which makes me more anxious.

My wife started asking me to come into her room to help with Excel, and every time, would start flossing her teeth right next to my ear.  In my current anxious paranoid state, my dumb ass started to wonder if it was on purpose.  The good news is the dog goes on frequent walks as I need a few minutes way more than…

Howdy neighbor!

 This car has been around. It was originally a promotional gimmick for a radio station (WALE), has been used to promote a used car lot, and has been in a c-grade meme about the Mystery Machine.

My neighbor dusted off the Whale Car to drive around town.

Huh... I can’t handle the taste of milk or cream (lactose intolerant, so I never developed a taste for it), but this could be interesting.

I mean, I don’t twitter, and you’ve taken away that polling tool, but if you’re counting comments, you have my vote!

Holy crap, I’ve always felt so guilty and wrong for thinking exactly this. My wife generally hates all pasta, but only likes Angel Hair, which to me is the worst shape available.  I have a sad box of my chunky pasta that I will guiltily make at midnight while my wife is asleep.

 I'm not great at it, but I try every year. I didn't buy seeds, just used what I had in previous years. Radishes and turnips are starting to break through, even though the squirrels are digging up all the beds.

“Now you can have groceries from the shop that mysteriously has sandwiches of multiple varieties that all taste somehow like nothing in exactly the same way!”

I’m glad my strict coping regimen of anxiety, whiskey, and nonsense is taking hold and spreading to well respected bloggers.