Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

OK, It's An Odd Morning

Dollar stores carry strange food brands I've never heard of. The creepy guy on the left was on a pack of fig cakes and when I looked at the label upside down I thought he was Amish. I figured Amish people probably make pretty good fig cakes so I bought them.

I got home and really looked at the label and saw that it's a bizarre heraldic banner with little green fig cakes lined up as though they were his attentive minions hanging on their leader's every word, much like a fruity Triumph of the Will.

I fear a fig cake invasion is imminent.