Happy New Year!

I left my head in 2005, and I left my mojo in my head.

A friend of mine called me at work today, and as I was talking to her I thought, “If a computer gained the power to speak, was suddenly reformatted, crashed in the middle, and kept talking throughout, I think it would sound exactly like this.” I got off the phone out of pity for her. This has been the week.

Maybe it’s because of the Christmas quarantine. I was away from work for 11 consecutive days, most of them spent in my living room, and during that time I was online for a total of roughly ten minutes. It was outstanding. A lot of things happened during that time. I’ll summarize them. Maybe tomorrow.

In the meantime, I have been meaning to share: someone, somewhere out there was recently trapped with me as I expounded on the kitsch that was the Dr. Pepper cookbook. I thought it had been taken offline. I was slightly wrong. Even better and more complete is this 1953, St. Louis-produced booklet of 7-Up recipes. Every recipe is great (”a 7-Up cake with 7-Up icing! Why not use it to baste a ham? It’s the fifties; you’re already dead inside!”) but my favorite is the one for ‘freshening up’ your glass of milk. Why does that kid look so happy? He hasn’t tried it yet.