Monday: inarticulate grumblings

Banger. Mash. Asparagus. Cotswold. Tomorrow is the last day of it, and then I'll have to sort out a menu plan.  I have some bacon, so maybe BLTs?  Or maybe just bacon. Om nom nom.

Whatever I make, it's certainly not going to be acid-dipped pikachu cookies.

I mean, those things are just ghastly.  I suspect those dead soulless eyes will be haunting my dreams tonight.

• "Please stop talking about the economy, because I can't make you hate anyone then."
• I wonder if the LibDems are having second thoughts about selling their souls to form a coalition with the Tories. I mean, after shit like this, it's not like they're ever going to win anything ever again.  I guess it's good for Labor, though. "Vote for us: We're not evil, and we're also not fucking spineless morons."
• Mars is full of jerks.
• This is a bad idea.  It's like they don't want people to get an education at all.
• This is the funniest thing I've seen in a long time.  Even if you don't care about Mass Effect (I sure don't), it's still funny.