Thanks to a symposium, I now find myself living it up in Austin courtesy the beloved brother. Lacking the presence of a sympathetic audience or the ability to constantly send live action updates, I feel I must commit all my brand-new experiences to some form of posterity - even one that nobody will read.
- Have you ever noticed how the bread-coating on a breaded beef sandwich combines with the citrus bits inside and makes it taste a little like a lemon tart?
- On a storage shed, what might be the best sign ever (with the exception of the falling cow and maybe this.): "FalconBox. It's a box...you put things in it!"
- Over the course of several valiant attempts to achieve facestuffing with chopsticks, I give fervent thanks for the five-second rule and my hair now smells of fish sauce.
- Somehow, knowing that the green jalapeno-flavoured powder on your tortilla chips was achieved by mixing blue and yellow together makes it a little bit grosser.
- Was the architect who designed Frosty Bankums (nothing gets hurt by some cutification) intending for it to look like an owl (or an elephant)?
- After lunch at 4 and a delicious vanilla latte, can I still do justice to a Cajun dinner? Yes, I can!
