the gist, tumbld

Shorter posts, notes to self, and links to various posts across various sites. If I published it somewhere, it's mentioned here. By Will Hindmarch of wordstudio.net.

SaraQ: [coming in from outside, where we keep the grill; she has a pan full of strands and smears of burnt marshmallow]
Me: What happened?
SaraQ: It was a Peeptastrophe!
Me: You mean they didn't end up with a brulee-style glaze?
SaraQ: They did not.
Me: You're still gonna eat that though, aren't you?
SaraQ: Well sure.