Okay, I SUCK. Busy few weeks trying to do things that (gasp!) don't involve cookies, namely:
1. Watching Lost.
Lost had its big series finale a while back, which meant I could finally start watching it from the beginning. You see, I prefer my low culture entertainment to be completely time-shifted - not by Tivo's wimpy standard of a few hours or days, but by at least several years.
Lost is everything I dreamed it would be and more. Science fiction - and the dime story mythology that supports it - has an obsessive effect on me. I watched the entire Lord of the Rings Trilogy at least 32 times between February and December of 2004. And I have no memories of two entire days last week that don't involve an island, Matthew Fox, and a thick waft of black smoke that makes jungle trees bend.
It's important to note that I'm on Season 3 episode 13 and there's yet to be one cookie sighting on the Island, and these people totally have real food by this point:
2. Not getting fat.
I have nothing to do with this photograph. That's what you get when you type "fat cookie" into a google image search. I swear.
3. Making clothes.
Lately I've been feeling a lot like this guy:
Someone's gotta make the friggin donuts. I realize I'm mixing dessert metaphors now, but while I'm at it, I can't NOT post this:
Alright dude, focus. Back to cookies.