My brain doesn't like all this post-kitchen free time. It'll only lead to trouble... with ninjas.

Now that my kitchen is done, I can't remember what blogging was like before I spent my entire existence having nightmares about being molested by a guy eating potted meat sammiches and writing about picking out garbage disposals.  I know you'll miss those days too.  


Right now I'm kinda rudderless in the giant see of interweb fabulosity.  Honey badger don't care.  So here's a potpourri of inspirational thingies courtesy of Simply Pi to spur me in a new direction to obsess over.  Obsess in a totally healthy way of course...

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I could spend some serious time in here obsessing about shit.  

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I would like to eat lunch on that little overhang of awesomeness but I'm pretending not to notice the photoshopping in the grass because I think we know what I would like to do to lazy sonsabitches graphic designers...

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 Wheeeee!

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I should probably know what all of these are but I don't so you can follow the caption links to investigate.  I DO know that is the most awesome fire escape/wheelchair ramp/3d maze of death I've ever seen.

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Ok technically the kitchen isn't 110% done because I'm still trying to decide whether or not the 1200 cans of diced tomatoes need to go on the second shelf or the first shelf in the pantry.  I spend a lot of time obsessing about this actually.  Also, I need to quit fucking buying cans of diced tomatoes.  Seriously.  It's like looking at the Extreme Couponing stockpile hoard except I paid full price for this stuff because omigawd what if I don't have diced tomatoes at home?!  I better stock up NOW!

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Where I wish all of my book club reading super cool hipster poetry reading would take place.  After I kick those dam pillows out of the way...

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I would fight a Honey Badger for that chair.

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I'll add it to my collection of pointless round things.  I'm pretty sure you can't actually make a rudder out of roundness but I would make a healthy attempt.

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I would find a way to trip and kill myself on those stairs but I'd enjoy every bone snap on the way down.

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Um... those are throwing star magnets and quite possibly the most awesomest thing I've ever seen.  I might have found my rudder.  And it'll cut a bitch.