We had a huge party last night for all of Slayer's coworkers, which means that I spent a lot of time making potato salad yesterday. (I also refused to wear shoes during the party, which sounds like some major political declaration but was really due to the fact that I crammed all this junk into the shoe closet and was afraid to open it in front of anyone.) Anyway, what with all the wild partying going on, I neglected to write a blog entry for this morning.
I know. I should be flogged with a wet noodle. You're going to be without me all next week too; however will you survive?
So here I am: late at the whole blogging thing, and with no idea whatsoever as to what I should blog about. And you know what that means: Randomness a la Carrie, which sounds kind of like a dish you'd find at a fancy restaurant. I'd like to eat at that restaurant, but maybe that's just me being a little egotistical. Or self-cannibalistic; I'm not sure.
Am I the only person around who finds the whole idea of cannibalism fascinating? I'm not imagining it in detail or anything, just thinking about it in general. (Except that I am absolutely sure that people taste like chicken, because really, what else would they taste like? Pop Rocks?) Like, there's a tribe in Papua New Guinea, or at least there used to be, and they ate all their relatives after death. Only one of them caught a deadly infectious disease, and that kind of put an end to it all. But still, deadly infectious disease notwithstanding, isn't that a strange way to say you love someone? I'd rather send a Hallmark card that says something like: "No one can beat you/You are so neat, too/But don't you worry; cause I won't eat you."
It's the anti-cannibalistic love card. Maybe it could be one of those musical cards, and maybe it would play this song:
Actually, I don't think that really makes sense; that song should probably go in the PRO-cannibalism card. I like the song anyway. And really, you can't go wrong with a singing cannibalistic plant. They should probably have Hallmark cards for singing cannibalistic plants too. Frankly, I think they should have Hallmark cards for EVERYTHING. I keep waiting for someone to send me a hope-you-had-a-good-party-even-though-you-didn't-wear-shoes card, but it hasn't happened yet.