Oh my. What I just read on my Russian news community:

Blogger mysea reports that anarchists have stolen Leo Trotsky's ashes from a cemetery in Mexico City and baked them into cookies. The cookies were then sent to journalists, Trotskian organizations and fellow anarchist groups world-wide along with a cynical, philosophical treatise on political re-carnation. Mmm... Trotscookies. A commenter replies: "Couldn't they eat our Lenin instead?"

I have only three words: POT OF TEA.

If you don't get it, never mind.

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In the early morning hours of hazy brain, between dozing and being woken up by the heat generated by an orange fuzzball, I heard "El Condor Pasa" playing in my head, but the words were:

I'd rather have a pitchfork in my brain,
Yes I would
If I could

I think I need psychoanalysis.

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Well, time for an actual post that doesn't involve total insanity.

I need to:

1. Figure out what I'm making for Sabbath dinner.
2. Grind flour.
3. Bake bread.
4. Vacuum.

I have a purring kitten on my lap.

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krikketgirl just posted this on Facebook, and because it is HILARIOUS and EXACTLY PRECISELY WHAT I WOULD DO, I have to share it.