Current location:	a giant bucket
Current mood:	cheerful
Current music:	Autechre - Incunabula

It is on!
Post Everything You Eat In Your Livejournal Month is go!

brakfirst: Cheerios, no-name, flaked corn cold cereal + 0.5 bananas. One cup of cofffeee.

Yeah, that's how far I got. I'm just warming up.

It seems I like to blag about food more than anything else in this poor world. I've thought about why this is the case.

One reason is that I don't think I should be talking too much about work in a world-readable blag. I have never had a problem understanding why blagging about work could be career limiting. Uncharacteristically, for my generation, I do enjoy what I do and am happy to continue to do it. There goes a third of life right there - and besides, who wants to hear a guy saying only that he's "feelin' fine"?

The second third is sleep, a time where I snore so fiercely that I scare children. Ask anyone who knows me IRL and they can describe it far better than I can. Axiomatically, I sleep through my own snoring (somehow).

The 3rd third is divided into socialization, personal life administration, and HORRIBLE WEBSITES. That could be interesting. However, I don't think I'd ever talk about my friends and enemies in a blag with the same flippancy that I do in conversation. Just because I feel one way about someone one day doesn't mean I'll feel different about them the next day - and who wants to hear me bitch about someone on the internet that I could've bitched at in real life myself?

What of the websites? The websites that me and my fellow IRC cenobites trade amongst ourselves like so many eldritch grimoires? Just... no. One time I showed the Mr. Hands video to a sensitive lady and she ended up in hospital for a month. I feel a bit bad about that.

So I guess that leaves two ninths of life that I could be blagging about. Laziness is my only justification for not doing so. If someone can get a laugh about the time I found three packs of gum in my to-do pile at home, it would be a shame if I didn't talk about it.

Finally, I could talk about the food that I eat at least once in a while. Food is great. I like it healthy, I like it junky. Even if I did want to eat less of it, and I do, I could never quit it like you can quit smoking. Because then I would DIE.

I hope you can endure this month of trivia - maybe also check out other people's food blags, because I think they're going to be great. If it's any consolation, I'll be enjoying myself!