sneezy sunday

Can't pscheww!
stop pscheww!
sneepscheww!zing!

Goddamn!

CALLING ALL GOPHERS: Come on along and listen to the lullaby of Broadway. Then you can go home.

Here's a video, for of those of you with Windows Media Player tendencies, of Steve Martin interviewing cartoonist Roz Chast during the recent New Yorker festival.

Roz Chast is one of my favoritest cartoonists ever and it shouldn't have surprised me at all to find that she looks just like one of her own cartoons.

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DEAR TAZO

Your teas are delicious but let's try to tone down the all-too-twee box copy, shall we? To wit:

One sip of the spicy fireworks that is Lemon Mate can make your taste buds think they're sitting around a campfire on the pampas.

Also, consider the following:

Simulating, invigorating, rejuvenating, Lemon Mate delivers a muy macho punch that can make you hear jungle birds talking all night long, and understand what they're saying.

Criminy, people, this is lemon-ginger yerba mate tea we're dealing with here, not ayahuasca. Can't we just say "this tea is tasty and may help to keep you awake" rather than infer "omg dood you'll totally trip balls¹" or something?

Please?



1. After you've puked your guts out, of course. The best shamanistic visions involve purgatives.