Today – which is about a week ago when you read this – I started to make dinner. At the same time I was supposed to plan a post, how to introduce NOTHING BUT A COONSKIN CAP.

I got my cooking stuff, pots and pans and the ingredients all set up. Although it was monday I was feeling good. “Getting things done, sun is shining in, about to get some food…”

At this point things took dramatic turn for the worse.

A bag of rice exploded right to my face as I was opening it.

I’m not even exaggerating. The bag exploded to my face, covering the whole kitchen in little white particles. It was like getting out of a church after you’ve gotten married and all the wedding guests really hate you! It was an organic Jas-Mine blast! It was Apocalypse Basmati!

Ok, maybe I’m exaggerating a bit, but after the initial shock and when the echoes of cussing had died down, the whole cooking area was covered in rice.

“Vacuum cleaner, broom broom, all the good mood is goone.”

The rest of the cooking went fine. No tomato tried to stab me or red pepper call me names. An onion tried to appeal to my sense of pity, but I’m a seasoned veteran of such interactions, and I wasn’t gonna fall for his manipulation.

And whaddya know, every rice grain has a silver lining: I got this writing thingy done and I got food.

Ambient new age soundscape music – the pesto of musical genres. Cayenne pepper of the soul, the vessel that holds the cream of the crop, if space itself is milk.

NON ANGULAR is some doozy space quest stuff. It twinkles, sprinkles, goes back and forth and around.

Expect imminent brain tickling.

I noticed on what date this post is going to be published, and immediately ran out of words.

So, I’m just gonna leave this here: SOMETHING TO DO WITH LOVE.

Naming a piece of music can be frustrating at times. So many good titles are already taken. That’s why they’re good, I suppose.

In my books, it would be cheating to name yet another tune “Time” or “I want you”, or you know. Not even if the song really, really wants to be called like that.

What I often do is, I think outside the laws of physics, create a random combination of letters, let’s say XARDONIC, and there you go. A unique title!

Yeah, that can be counted as cheating as well.