it's the hat's fault

you see i do have a jester hat, it's all fleece and so warm and nice.

i think i enjoy wearing it mostly for people's reactions, man you can bring a smile to the faces of some strange characters just by wearing a jester hat and walking the streets, you can also invite some intriguing looks. {plus, chicks have been known to dig the hat}

at any rate, point here being, {blogging + beers = digression apparently} that what with snow on the ground, the hat has come out of hiding and it's presence is accelerating the process hinted at in The Change has Begun, thus the possibility of such posts as slice o' life, with it's beery theme.

has it really come to the point where i'm willing to throw out this, the strange and occasionally terrible reality i see?

[damn, /ee/ /ee/ /ee/ what the hell are you thinking? that is the worst kind of poetic posturing possible {oh and now you'll go for alliteration?}]

the jester bows and laughs