12.19.2005
Today, food critic; tomorrow, the world!
As yet another step in my ongoing plan for world domination, I have recently expanded my online empire. Yes, besides writing really funny stories about working in China (well, my mom liked it anyway--what are the odds?) and half-assed city guides, I am now officially a food critic. Well, if you consider really gross cookie-type things you buy at a coffee store to be food. Me, I'm still undecided, but whatever. Anyway, for those of you who are looking to kill five more minutes of your work day (and really, who isn't?), here's the article:
Starbucks Eggrolls: Stick to the Coffee.
As I was writing this, I realized that my "food" vocabulary is actually pretty limited. I wrote to a friend and told him that I'd come to realize that I only had three ways to describe food: good, really good, and really fucking good. He wrote back and told me that was probably a decent system, although I might want to think about adding not good, just in case. Funny, huh? I guess maybe it was one of those "you had to be there" type of things. Although now that I think about it, since we were using email neither of us was really there. I'll leave you to ponder over the philosophical ramifications of whether or not that still means it's funny. And if you figure it out, feel free to move on to Q2: "Did Adam and Eve have navels?" That, my friends, is what they call a "puzzler."
Starbucks Eggrolls: Stick to the Coffee.
As I was writing this, I realized that my "food" vocabulary is actually pretty limited. I wrote to a friend and told him that I'd come to realize that I only had three ways to describe food: good, really good, and really fucking good. He wrote back and told me that was probably a decent system, although I might want to think about adding not good, just in case. Funny, huh? I guess maybe it was one of those "you had to be there" type of things. Although now that I think about it, since we were using email neither of us was really there. I'll leave you to ponder over the philosophical ramifications of whether or not that still means it's funny. And if you figure it out, feel free to move on to Q2: "Did Adam and Eve have navels?" That, my friends, is what they call a "puzzler."
