Earlier today, a friend introduced me to the culinary horror of the IncrEdibles, the chili mac and cheese concoction that you microwave and then eat by pushing it out of tube. Basically it's like a Push Pop, only it's a completely nauseating combination of chili, cheese and pasta. As if the concept of this cylinder of horror wasn't bad enough, all of us involved in the discussion came down with an earworm of Salt 'n Pepa's Push It, which brought back all kinds of school dance flashbacks. P-p-p-push it real good! Part of me wants to find out exactly how horrible these IncrEdibles actually are, so if any of you out there want to go in on a little gastronomic suicide pact, well, you know where to find me.
My thanks to the reader who pointed out that I conflated two lines from the Flashing Lights song in the title of this post, which is how "Turn left at the Burger King/Look for a murder scene" turned into "Turn left at the murder scene."
Welcome to my visitor from Lost Nation, Iowa that was apparently searching for some My Bloody Valentine. Love the name of your city!
Louis hung these old artillery shell casings off of the cabin as a kind of wind chime, I suppose. I never heard them hit each other, most likely because they are too heavy. My dad did bang on them once to call people back to the cabin for dinner, which produced a pretty loud, satisfying metallic gong sound.
I just used Photostitch to piece together a panorama of Lake Angeline. The large version is here (massive version is here), which unfortunately shows some of the sloppy edges left in by Photostitch.
The hike to Lake Angeline is about 6 miles each way, but the killer part is gaining 2,500 feet of elevation along the way. There were a lot of water breaks.
Horizon rainbow to your right! We dodged storms like this the whole way from Denver up to Buffalo.