Before landing on this page, you and I were only separated by a mere three degrees. Now we can be one on the web. That's not the definition of technological singularity but it should be.
With this tumblog, I promise kittens and balls of yarn for the kittens to play with. There will be some making out and a lot of hand-holding. I hope that when you are lonely and lost on the outmost corners of the interweb, you can come here and find yrself and feel the good vibrations. You are special and no one can touch that!
Your Pal Mal
Take Me to your Eater
Me:: Did you ever notice that almost everything at St. Mark's Market is priced at $4.59? I think they just made a bunch of $4.59 stickers and put them on as many things as possible and after they ran out they decided to only go .50 higher or lower.
Ben:: Maybe St. Mark's is run by aliens because I am pretty sure at least Bamn! was down the street.
Me:: Bamn? As in The Automat?
Ben:: Yeah, it's like aliens are trying to assimilate to our culture only they got some things messed up. You know, they came to planet Earth and saw a bunch of delis and thought they'd open one up and try to fit in but they put the food in the vending machines and the drinks behind the counter. They used to have a sign out front that said "Open 8 days a week" I think the aliens just got a couple of things wrong and never figured it out. That's probably why it closed recently.
