Bacon and Garfunkel

Hamming it up.

A few of my more carefully selected friend/coworkers are intrigued by the idea that I am blogging this strange trip. They cannot seem to understand what would cause a person to seemingly randomly go vegan and, more importantly, what would possess him to write about it all the time. I tell them, this is a powerful journey of self discovery, on I was inspired to take. I tell them that I blog about it because I am a writer... and I am also incredibly vain.

Although, it's not true vanity. I could put this blog on private... or go back to livejournal and be equally satisfied. I like an audience. Look at me. Look at me! I suppose that explains why I constantly talk to myself.

But I digress...

One of my more twisted coworkers sent me an email this afternoon. I was busy at the time, so I couldn't read it right away. Moments later he appeared at my desk with a fried chicken drumstick and a shit-eating grin on his face. (The Pot Luck went swimmingly, btw...) He asked me to read it, while he ate friend chicken in front of me.

Yeah, that happened.

With a near crazed look in his eye, he shaggy dogged the shit out of that piece of chicken... while I read his email.

Song lyrics, to the tune of "The Sound of Silence" by Simon and Garfunkel.

Hello bacon my old friend
I've come to eat you up again
First I fry you up nice and crispy
Smoke arising so damn wistfully
You are a god
And I worship you on high
Piggies cry
Echo the sound of frying

This is the same coworker who once told me that if he ever comes to work dressed as a circus clown to take my personal things and leave the building as quickly as possible.

I did doctor up his lyrics a bit. He was missing some syllables. (There were in the corner, just over there...)

...Who needs enemies?

I made myself a wonderful dinner tonight. I used a ton of vegetables, made some Ramen soup and loaded it up with taste bud blasting Sriracha. Bam, good to go.

One burner over, Wes was making dinner for everyone else. It... was NOT a vegan meal. I'll let my picture do the talking. 

Nine Eggs, Six Sausages, Eight Bacon Slices
and One Obstructed Bowel.

A random thought: What would happen if horses and cows went from vegan to carnivorous over night?