Approached by musical zombies

Yesterday ended "anniversary week" and marked 5 years since I discovered the existence of the weirdness man ever. He is making funny faces and noises to himself as I write this, which just proves the oddness.

But this is what marked him as someone I NEEDED to know more.

This paragraph is made out of pork.  *has a bite*  *cringes*  I don’t think you’re supposed to eat entry-pork this early in the morning (6:30ish).  Then again, "entry-pork" isn’t real, and it was just invented in the obviously sick mind of a 21-year-old brain-injury-dude-who’s-fond-of-hyphens.

So… yes. We didn’t do anything, but it was acknowledged at some point and that’s the important part.

The farmer’s market ended today. We headed over and bought a lot of different coloured potatoes. Because coloured food is fun. We got blue ones last week, and cooked them up on the weekend I think it was. I was slack with picture posting… actually  I completely forgot about it until mum mentioned this morning something about having not seen the pictures.

Raw potatoes of absolute gorgeousness. I love how they look coated in gold.

Cooked, they were a little disappointing in colour, but still highly awesomeful. Man that was a tasty meal. The peas and corn are actually pretending to be a roasted edamame salad but we had none. So it is known of as "illusion of edemamy" to make it kinda like "illusion of buckety" only… clearly… there is no bucket.

title: The problem with being approached by musical zombies is… you don’t know what they are going to do once they reach you!