diminishing marginal futility

[kipple]

Tonight around midnight, Cthulhu inspired me to walk the three miles to the grocer, where I bought half of a blackberry pie, and acquired a spoon.

On the loop back home, I conquered all but the final tricksy sigma of it, which is sitting tauntingly in my rerigerator now. Lo, the flesh is weak.

[/obligatory non-haiku post]

Comments

[ghedji]

Reminds me of the failed Dukakis election slogan, "Beware the Cthonic Pie", a variation of the also-failed Dewey/"Satan Quiche" debacle.

[kipple]

You! I demand more of your presence and brainmeats!
Tell me more of your status, so that I might conspire accordingly.

[ghedji]

Most weekdays I'm free in the pm, though it depends on the day...and the week. Let me know whenabouts works for you and we can power-coordinate. I've recently discovered that everything sounds more efficient and Reagan-like when prefixed as above. Knew a stockbroker once who, after having his power-lunch of steak, salad, coke (legit), and coke(...), would power-walk up the wrong side of an escalator to "max the gluts", power-browse through the latest Wall Street Journal, or "WaJo" as he was apt to say, down a power-shake, then head to the lavatory to hide in a stall for his 3:15 power-cry. Hell of broker. Anyway, let me know.

[mabthefey]

Wow, I wish I could paint what I see in my head. I would so make a Cthulu craves pie illustration.

[5hmoo]

Aha! I've finally caught up to your cthulu pie post.

Not that it's surprising, but your the only person (other than me) who I tend to hear (read) use "grocer" instead of "store," or some other such term.