We understood one another perfectly.

I re-read this passage from Joe Wenderoth's Letter's to Wendy's:
'December 3, 1996
Today I had fifteen dollars worth of coffees. I got them one at a time, and dined in. The first five were leisurely, but then the leisure disintegrated. I went through the last five in about five minutes. After awhile the register girl looked at her manager as if to say: "Is there something we should do?" The manager said nothing. I said nothing. We understood one another perfectly.'

"Some psychiatrists say that people who eat peanut butter sandwiches are lonely." -from You're A Good Man, Charlie Brown by Clark Gesner, based upon the comic strip Peanuts by Charles M. Schulz.

Who's that fat guy?

I posed for some promotional photos today. Too many noodles perhaps?

I threatened to eat the little toe-headed children if they didn't smile, and here's the result: