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.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Magically Delicious, part duh.


Because you can never have enough worm edibles around the house, I offer everyone Reliable Worm Cakes and Syrup. I suggest spreading the Cakes with Syrup, then having a couple of Dr. Wieland's Celebrated Sugar Worm Lozenges as dessert.

Nummy!

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

I don't know you, but creepily I read your blog (snickers and rubs hands together above the keyboard). I'm freezing and I must make opera gloves but alas the pattern for your starlight evening gloves has disappeared. Please, before I lose my fingers (or after I lose a few). traversisamantha@gmail.com

Severina said...

Creepily is the way I like it. Heh.

But I'm rummaging around for that pattern & will send it out this evening while you still have most of your digits.

Crap, now I have to post the damned thing up at the Stitch-O-Rama.

creeps away

BlackCrow said...

gout time you did something on Stitch-O-Rama! Hey where is my email!!!
I would have loved to have worked in the factory making worm syrup and worm cakes...reminds me of my childhood. My brother's been lurking here and has enjoyed reading your blog although he said you watch too much tv....he needs a large helping of worm cake. Last week he bought himself a new laptop with TV included. He hasn't had a TV for over ten years! Now I don't hear from him at all:)

Severina said...

Email coming! I've got a list of stuff to do with "emails!" at the top of it.

I think maybe your brother and mine could do with a good dosing of worm edibles.

Grady sez "hi!"

Obsidian Kitten said...

Worm cakes for everyone, I say.

Harrrumph.

WV: moishing. That could be a worm preparation technique.

Severina said...

There should be some sort of holiday where worm cakes are de rigueur. I suppose they could be ritually consumed after one has stuffed oneself with raw pork or handfuls of mud.

Isn't "moishing" drunken moshing? I think there was some moishing when I saw an industrial band this last Halloween.

And yeah, I'm threatening to send you an email as well, missy!

points accusingly at everyone on her email list

Obsidian Kitten said...

Muahahahhah! In that case...

...worm lozenges, spaghetti threaded through swollen sausages, *and* fruit cakes all around!!

More coffee, pleeeeze!

Severina said...

Mmmmm, fruitcake.