Hello World Part Deux

Welcome all to Eggs & Toast!

This is a blog geared into the minds of two slave-to-the-paycheck chums who figure they can be clever enough to distract you from your own day to day desk antics for a few insightful (if not generally useless) minutes. Ideally what will happen is my colleague and I will alternate choosing a topic twice a week about which to blog. Perhaps we will find a focus within that, but for now it seems best to keep things open. On with the debut...

First, a shoutout to the guys at Penny Arcade for keeping these two geeks entertained and inspired to be cleverly cynical in the blogger medium and not contained to AIM conversations.

Now, a note on the title of our blog, Eggs & Toast.

Its roots spring directly from my recent encounter with St. Patrick's Day and the subsequent aftermath from which stemmed the necessity for a cure to an acute form of stomach dementia. Yes: dementia. The sort where your stomach thinks it's somewhere other than where it is or should be. Like right behind your forehead. Or playing croquet out in the yard. Rewind: The celebration of Saint Patrick was going completely as is to be expected. I invited all sorts of esteemed Irish gentlemen to entertain themselves in my cozy gastrointestinal system, namely Mr. Guinness, Mr. Bailey, and Mr. Jameson, and entertain they did. The problem began when for what I can only describe as reasons of pure spite for him actually having to exist in my near presence, I absently invited a Mr. Dubra, a very lowly thought of Russian. Actually, he doesn't even deserve the "Mr."; he's just Dubra the Dick. Now, perhaps it's partly because of the rapid nature in which the Irish gentlemen entered the party, or the annoying nature in which Dubra the Dick just happened to appear out of nowhere, unannounced, and gradually became an imposing presence in the room, but either way: They fought.
The damage they caused was so great that my stomach developed the aforementioned dementia. Thankfully, he has contracted this dementia in the past, and I am familiar with how to mollify his trans locational tendencies. I've found the best way to convince him that he is not, in fact, on the third gate in his potentially career-establishing croquet match is by prescribing:

Eggs & Toast.

Now, I often supplement this prescription with green tea, rescue water, or if I really feel like I need to punish myself for instigating the dementia, I'll go for some black coffee with a little sugar. (It's worth noting that my partner in crime, Jobimoto, is particularly apt at concocting this particular form of punishment, but then again he is also smart enough to have invented a delicious way to enjoy all the splendors of alcohol without the stomach's croquet-related delusions of grandeur afterwards. I'll let him explain if he so chooses. ) But nevertheless, the basic cure seems to be Eggs & Toast. There you have it.

So perhaps these blogs can be your simple cure to mouse button dementia, or at least a pleasant stop on your web browser's dementia-related journey. Let the blogs begin!

-Bloggimoto out.

"you know nothing good comes from that"