a braver, newer world.

following a satisfactory trip to Mass Ave knit shop where the selection is sweet and the service passable, we lunched at Bazbeaux.  reheated Greek pizza and bland salad under cellophane.  Maela brought her blob of pink slime-in-a-jar fart goo: 


i touched it once with my index finger.  timidly, and how wet and cold it was!  after lunch the goo unintentially splatted out into a somewhat uterine form & courtney took the chance and taught us the facts of life.  euphemerically, of course: