In 1848, a transplanted New Jerseyan named James W. Marshall blabbed about his discovery of gold in a remote outpost called California. The rest is history.
In 2008 (today, to be precise), a transplanted New Jerseyan named D—— D. C—— blabbed about his discovery of chocolate in a remote outpost called the Review/Argus pod. The rest is … going to be gone right quick, I reckon.
So load up your wagon, change into your Levi’s and venture out here (when you can).
My office is full of astounding dorks. And I’m going to leave here with diabetes.
Listen to this at work if your employer lets you use Flash. This tape is solid throughout and props forever for the Soko closer. (And if you don’t have time for all of it, just skip to that and it will be your new favorite song)
What’s playing now at the Safeway on my way home from work last night where I went to get some dinner food after working 12 of the last 14 days and almost being hit by TWO slow-moving cars with inattentive drivers despite my having the right of way in the endless curvy little dangerous roads in the suburbs in Walnut Creek and where, due most likely to that stress, I left with only Velveeta shells and cheese and a bag of jumbo marshmallows.