Spinach - Warning, this is like, the most inspiring post ever.

You know how you thought you’d never grow up? Maybe not everyone nursed morbid thoughts of dying young from extinct diseases like I did, but come on. Did you really think you’d be here, now, reading this stupid blog and drinking coffee or whatever, and feeling stiff because you like, stood up from your chair more quickly than normal one time last week? Didn’t you honestly, secretly think that when you were an adult, you’d still be a kid at the same time? Like, you would have all the same hopes and dreams, but you’d actually be able to carry them out? That would be cool, wouldn’t it? And terrifying. We should all be thankful that the world doesn’t work that way, actually. But maybe we should stop pretending we never were that kid, at the same time. You may have changed in a lot of ways, but you weren’t once a child. You are you, and you have been a child and you will be old and you just is. You is you, human bean. My advice to you today is to dig out some of your old favorite thoughts and dreams and ask yourself if they’re still relevant. I bet they are.

P.S. If that seems too much like homework, then please go read Roald Dahl’s book, “The BFG”. That’ll give your inner child a kick in the pants. Also then you will know why I call people “beans.” And you can do it too. Become part of the club. Pick up a copy of “The BFG” today. “The BFG” does not sponsor this blog post and I have received no compensation of any kind whatsoever from anyone for anything ever.

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Welcome to Weirdness!

Hi, world, and welcome to “The Password’s Lasagna”! One day I’ll share where that name came from - for now, just revel in the wonderful idioticity of the word “Lasagna”. Say it over and over again. Let it flip off your tongue in all its gleeful lasagnaness. Say it until it means nothing, say it ‘til it means everything. Lasagna. It’s a word with many layers. Moving on quickly now... I have to wonder if, in a year, I will regret this first post. I’ll think “what kind of imbecilic idiot was I, to think starting a blog would be a good idea?” As if there aren’t more constructive things to do. Like...fishing. Or hunter-gathering (which is the sport of gathering as many hunters as possible in one weekend and stuffing them all in the back of a closed pickup, preferably with a limb or so hanging out and dripping blood). Or making clay...things. Useful things. Mugs and the like. Or I could be chillin...

Noodles: It’s autumn, all of you.

Hi world. It’s me, your favorite super sheltered, extremely Scandinavian, strangely endearing pile of soggy, tomato-drenched crinkly noodles! Otherwise known as Baby Swedish Lasagna under an Inadequate Tent. The reason I bring up my origins is this: I grew up without hearing anyone say “y’all”. I believe the contraction never crossed my path outside of a book until middle school, when it became trendy among my equally sheltered, pale-skinned friends. I started saying it often, with little understanding of its pronunciation, spelling, or proper usage. At some point, perhaps in a fit of cultural sensitivity, maybe after the madness of middle school had seeped out of my neurons, I stopped using it. Except in emails. Yes, my friends, I am an email y’aller. It just works for the already-awkward group conversations. There’s honestly no equivalent in northern dialect. Check it out. “You guys.” Offensive to feminists. “You girls.” Offensive...

Cheese: I think I know what “disconcerting” truly is now.

It’s hearing someone whisper the words “hot and spicy pizza” out of context while your back is turned to them and what they’re saying is literally none of your business and three inch long unidentified bugs are landing in your hair. But that’s beside the point. Today is all about the cartoons, after all. Unfortunately, I don’t have any prepared except one which might possibly be the most subversive cartoon I’ve done to date. Again, most unfortunately, I’m not in the mood to shock and offend at this exact moment, so I’m going to take the easy road and publish this completely unnoffensive little sketch of a cute mushroom-hatted person. (Psst, it’s not funny, it’s just cute and I don’t know why I expect you to want to look at it, but just humor me.)

The Password’s Lasagna.

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