YARRRR, MATEYS!

Yes, it's International Talk Like a Pirate Day.

As I rode my bike in to campus, I passed by a guy carrying a pirate flag. I should have asked him out on the spot. It was quite a lovely Jolly Roger.

Okay, scurvy scallywags! Back to work.

But first:

How do you keep a bunch of scurvy dog pirates from breaking into your house and plundering all of your booty?

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My left eye

My left eyelid won't stop twitching. It's been doing this for about a week now. Sporadic twitching.

I think it might be like when your nose itches (going to get flowers) or your palm itches (going to get some money). But in this case, I think it means I have to wink at people more often. I can wink and then go, "Sorry, got this eye twitch."

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Anybody know anything about Elvis Perkins?

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Well, I biked to Lulu's Cupcakes with KD this afternoon, and the verdict is...

...meh.

I think the illustration on the website says a lot: too much frosting, not enough delicious cupcakey goodness. And I'm not sure, but I think the frosting wasn't quite perfected. It might have been kept at a slightly too-warm temperature, or the ratios might have been a little bit off. I'm not entirely sure.

The worst part is that this is their second week in business, and we were pretty much the only people there, so the cashier asked, "Well, what do you think?" and I had to go and give her my honest opinion. I just don't know when to keep my mouth closed sometimes.

That's the second time I've felt like a serious food snob in the past while. The first time was at 3 Roots a few weeks ago, when I badmouthed their espresso in front of one of the baristas. I *did* say that they have the best espresso in the Mill Ave area, which is true. But I have a really hard time praising mediocre quality to the skies. I just can't do it. And why should I? If I want mediocre, I have a hundred different choices around here. Hell, Starbucks makes a perfectly mediocre latte. But if I want really, really good food, I have next to nothing to choose from around here--there's only a handful of small, expensive shops near downtown Phoenix that carry the good stuff. I sincerely believe that if a local business around here wants to succeed, they only have to go a step up in quality and they would gain an incredible customer base.

And I understand that working in the service sector is hard. You can't please everybody. I can find elements to praise, but again, I think a sign of a good business is its drive towards self-improvement, and that attitude seems to be lacking around here.

Someone said to me a while ago that the thing they disliked the most about this area was how half-assed everything was. They were so right.