Rabbit, Rabbit!!

F*n' A-right, my ninjas,
it's october.
and that's so dope.hollering heartily from under the covers,
i gave a universal shout-out to good luck,
and ushered in the hottness that can only be cold, wet, haunted october.
the very best month of the year.
thirty one days of amazing,
culminating in the most elite and exciting holiday on the calendar.
believe it.

and that's not all;

sweaters!

woodstoves!

leaf piles!

burly beards!

hay bales!

purple kale!

it's all really ready to jump off.

keep your summer swimsuit season to yourselves, sun worshipers,

because the woodsly goodness is at it's most perfect right now.

a meticulously matched meter of poise and noise,

it's that time of year when even rainstorms are so rad.

go smell the air outside.

seriously.

open your window and take a snootful of sniffage.

that's cool, crisp uncut autumn you're inhaling.

woodsmoke, leaves, apples, hay, corn, rain and wind wafting at your noseholes...

delicious.

if you can't smell it,

you might have a cold,

but more likely than stuffed-up sinuses,

it's probably due to you living somewhere waaay less goodsly than the woods;

which, obviously, is everywhere else.

and if it smells like straight-up sh!tty doo-doo butter,

it's either the stank of the city,

or your upper lip.

that's butt nastiness, indeed.
olfactorily obdurate, kids.

we may be far of from function following form,

but we've got a decidedly better aroma as a result.

it's also our friend jim's twenty-somethingieth berfday!

he gets to work at his suckie job instead of celebrating,

but then again,

so do i....

happy day, ninja!

word up.

i made brownies, twice, to pave the way for octobery dopeness.

the first batch sucked the hardest, fullest set of crusty clankers of all time.

i really, truly should've known better,

but still i tried to hippie-veganize my reliable ol' recipe.

i may be an A-hole after all;

i mean, sunspire chips?!

why would i do that?

if you know anyone, vegan or not, who DOESN'T hate those suckie sucklets of suckiness,

punch 'em in the repros.

hard.

they definitely went to eleven

....on the awful batch-of-ass scale.

of course,

despite the completely precedented fallibility of my baked (not-so) goods,

i was up and at 'em, early shirley this morning,

re-doo-dooin' that brown-eyed brownie batch;

and the NEW hottness,

using my old recipe,

is true-dish delish.

i may not win 'em all, ya'll,

but i've got a chocolicious plate of berserker barbarian brownies

that says i'm willing to go double-or-nuthin';

never quiet, never soft.....