Ugh. The heat is starting to make my life come apart at the seams. The garden gnomes who normally keep the generator for my underground laboratory running have gone on strike and their union leader just informed me that the only way to get them back to work will involve several iPhones and an unimaginable amount of chocolate pudding (let’s just say that you don’t want to know.) I knew it was a bad idea to give those tiny little men (with their maddening little green coats and tiny red hats) a television. I thought they just wanted to watch George Pal animated movies. Now look at what’s happened!
Just two super-quick notes on this sweltering hot Tuesday:
2) If you’re not reading Coilhouse yet, I think you should start. I know, I know: They’ve got a picture of a unicorn with purple highlights on their home page, but it can’t be their fault! Either they are contractually obligated by some witch doctor, or it’s a trick. (For the record, I’m not affiliated with Coilhouse. I’m telling you this for your own good.)