Blogging Is Frittata Of News

 

"Frittata By EWNR" posted on Pinterest. Herr D is tired from chopping vegetables and data entry, so did not make a pic this time. titlebot assures that this is topical.-Shelob

[sounds of chopping in background] You can transliterate this over my phone this time? I don't even know how to begin. You have.

[snort] Yes. [sounds of chopping continue] Please continue.

[snort] That clip you showed me of Watters has him even more demented than usual. He's off his meds or something. Now Trump might have to check in with a parole officer in each state along the campaign trail. Congress is the same amount of useless they've been for a decade. [sink turns on, water sounds handled by soundbot] People are still blaming Biden for businesses charging more for gas, other businesses gouging them, other countries doing what other countries do, and people still being stupid. They're even blaming him for Trump going to court. The man wouldn't pardon his own son--why would he pardon Trump? Technically speaking, he could not directly do so anyway.

[sudden stillness] Because Hunter's in federal court and Trump wasn't. Well, he couldn't without more paperwork and trouble. Biden is still being treated in the wing-nut media as being cognitively impaired. [chopping continues] And yet he handled Congress heckling him during the State of the Union Address.

[chopping stops, sound of cooking vessel being placed on stove, spraying sound, click of stove activation] Yeah, when Trump's speeches are full of pompous idiocy. [steam and cooking sounds from stove] What are you doing?

Hmm? I'm--making dinner, Shelob. Gotta eat. Overheard reference to onions.

What? Yeah. I chopped up carrots and onions and leftover chicken and rice and some broccoli and I'm gonna melt some cheese in at the last second. So you are making what you need by reducing what you have into smaller pieces and adding something aged to hold it together and make it better.

Yes? This is like blogging?

[snort, laugh, clatter possibly of an implement hitting floor and bouncing twice] I guess it is. [grunt] Hold on, I gotta wash this spatula. [click from stove, water from sink] Shelob, that's--