Lentend

Easter is fast approaching, which I think is the official end of candy season (Halloween through Easter). But Easter's not just about chocolate bunnies and jelly beans (though this bunny is pretty fucking awesome, and I LOVE cream eggs). It's about Easter baking. That Simnel cake looks a little light on the marzipan, in my opinion. Marzipan - glaaargh. I have the taste buds of a 75 year old woman - marzipan? mmmmm! oatmeal? mmmmm! prunes (which now seem to have been unnecessarily glamorized as dried plums)? mmmmm! oxtail soup? mmmmm! milky tea? mmmm! ginger? mmmmm!

This carousel, built from kid's drawings, is the coolest carousel I have ever seen. Though I have to say, I think it might induce nightmares in the overly sensitive. My favorite is the mutant chihuahua. Not all of those animals seems to provide a natural seat.

Tartan Day in New York was a washout, which is somehow fitting. Typically Scottish both meteorologically and philosophically.

Poor Leif Garrett. The years, and the drugs, have not been kind. He used to be such a fresh faced cutie.

Here's a concept - a village without children. So who can these old biddies take out their curmudgeonliness on? Are they going to shoo each other off their lawns, and who will they rip off for oddjobs?

I am so looking forward to allergy season ending. This week, I made the mistake of taking Claritin D. How can a drug make you simultaneously a zonked out zombie and irritable as all fuck? And manages not only to dry out your nasal membranes but every other moisty membraney thing in your body? And gives you the most psycho nightmares ever? The day after I stopped taking it was like a rush of dopamine and serotonin and oxytocin (which I always get mixed up with oxycontin) all at once.