Flour, Chinchillas, and Ruckus Ruckus Ruckus

Departed for the land of LaNkS this morning to the tune of 8am and was greeted by my trusty partner in trickery (K "Pashmina" Money) at airport curbside!

We hit the ground running with first things first--BREAD MAKING. Wheat-Toasted Sun-Dried Tomato never tasted so good. whoop whoop, delishh. Also, tried some local San Fran brews, ~Cable Car~, which were hiphoppitaay.

After our nomtastic bread bounty, we traveled through the Enchanted Broccoli Forest (name of Karrahs co-op residence) and down a Hendrix mural stair stoop. Along the way we met a Chinchilla by the name of Hannibal Lecter and fell in love with him. Literally felt like an air poofed cheeto. GET IN MUH SUITCASE.

 NExT there was a campus rompus to be had! We traveled, and by traveled I mean mosied, on over to Rogley Field to watch some 100percent-made-of-paper machine Dodgeball (MeCh Engineering at its finest!) Cougz went with a scoopHANDS lightning chariot tactic. Didn't quite get the gold but it was still a gallant battle chock full of crashes, malfunctions, and HEADSHOT KOs.

We finished the day with a DISH hike and asked everyone and anyone to snap a pic of our love (bikers, magicians, hobgobs, Erryone). Dusty California Sunsets--tha best. Missing ATL pride :( but it's suiting up to be one for the books...and PART TWO: EL NOCHE is about to come. Then Treasure Island Music Fest tomorrow. Grimes Baby get at me.

PUMPfevah Cha Cha Cha.

Bring out the knives,

Plop out the seedguts,

Lets have a pumpcarve.

PumpkinFEVER took complete hold of us steedbabies yesterday and it was pumptastic!

To choose our soon2Bcarved victims, we scurried on down to the annual PuMpkIn PaTcH at Milledge Ave Baptist Church. From spookies (baby pumpkin slang) to the big 10 dollar gords, there was a lil somethin somethin for every carve enthusiast. Also, the older couple working the patch were so cayute and full of southern twang/raspy cackling one-of-a-kind sayings HOW COULD WE NOT BUY FROM EM?

Once back from the patch we commenced the carvery on the front lawn and errybody that was passin by wuz lyke jealous n shit. 

THE FINAL FRUITS OF OUR LABORS YOU ASK? Welllll they were as follows: an Alexander McQueen heel, dino baby trex, Horse steed in motion, I'm Reba (Hangin like my nuts), a pair of ta-tas, wart face, and mini apple weezy. A good first pumpfest in the new stable and if you wanna see em in person they're on our porch! Come overrrrrrr.

Afterwards, we cooked some of tha seeds in a spicy butter-me-plenty sauce (Treybabe), popped some hard cider and watched the Brave Lil Toaster followed by a riveting game of Settlers with some neigghhhhbors.

Cinnamon Spice is in the air and the stable is feeling cozy as we nestle into fall. Mmmmhmm.

Mona Lisa Taco Taco

Deck the halls with boughs of notecards. Fa La La La La La MiDtErmZzzzzz.

Gettin my study on all today and l feel like a drowned harassed rat. Nothing like a little bit of JRobz Mona Lisa Smile and some mashed potato/cucumbah/chicken scramble tacos to pick me up!





It's gonna be a Linguistics Tuessday tomorrow so I must rest my vocal chords for proper fricative & bilabial stops on the morrow. Hasta el proximo vez, noche dulce. Ciao Ciao.

Mumpkin, Leningrad Postales, & Sister Onions

Yesterday just as the clouds were setting into a pink fall afterglow I paid my 1st visit to the Ugarden! They needed mostly weedSHMASHIN (wench werk--calledddd it) but I didn't mind cuz the weather was magnifique, errybody was super friendly, and free veggies were flowing for all green thumbs! I made out well with a mumpkin (mini pumpkin), bell pepinos, and KALE(which I have become a big fan of in chip form-nomnom).



















 After the twilight garden fest I attended the 2nd installment of the Latin americano film festival! Postales de Leningrado was da film and the director, Mariana Rondón, used a bunch of influences from 60s pop art (think Beatles yellow submarine) I wouldn't saaay that I fell in love with the film but it was good to see my film TA Lola and some old Spanish profés (lil salsa bean was there!)

TRAILER YO.

Also my SiStAH is coming home tonight from Virginiaaaa! Gonna get dat bloomin onion at Outback (Restraunt of Champions) Steakhouse whoot whoot. yaz. peace.love.fried onion flowers.

Bicker, Bicker, Jim Lehrer for Dinner

PrEzZiE debate kicked off last night and boy was it a doozy. Obama played it waaaay safe, making Democrats cringe by not even mentioning Romney's leaked "47% of people don't pay federal tax" gaffe and failing to have the stage presence/rhetorical skill that people fell in love with.BoOoo

Romney, on the other hand, played the Alpha male attack dog, mentioning Biden's "buried" middle class slip up and appearing moderate, moderate, moderate (sneaky, sneaky). Even if many of Romney's statements were debunked by fact checkers, he appeared aggressive and confident of his "plan" giving him a fighting chance in the weeks ahead.

Although Barack and Mitt had many differences throughout the night, one thing could be agreed upon. JIM LEHRER can be be basted, knocked, whipped, chopped, and fried to a deep pushover perfection. Sad to say but our little PBS friend was a main course during this prezz bickerfest.

Two more debates to go and it can only get better!

UGArdeners: Friends with Pumpcakes and ChocoZucchini Cookies

First UGArden meeting last night and was bribed with pumpkin cupcakes, chocochini cookies, and KaLe chips (weird). The friendly bunch that brought the garden-baked goods introduced the garden's new aquaponics system they just installed at the plot which gives nutrients to plants from fish waste #GoldfishGardening.

Sorr cool! Can't wait to get to the garden to get muh greenthumb on (even if that means weeding, weeding, and more weeding #gruntworkGARDENNOOB)

Lana Lasagna Crisis!

Dear Lana Del "Flaunt My Who-Has to The World",

Do not think for one little second that I did not see your recent hanky-panky GQ photoshoot. Cuz I diD! One of my lank correspondents forwarded it and I HAVE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY.

Tell your marketing team (cuz we all know they created you) that they are taking you down a dark, dusty road and that you shall no longer stand for their "TA-TA's are for errybodyy" montra.

A.K.A Less of THAATTTT
            More of THISSSSSSS

The photo in question:








The article: http://www.prefixmag.com/news/lana-del-rey-bares-her-booby-and-more-in-gq-magazi/68752/





Keep those pups on lock or you can just continue on this slippery slope, hang out with ray j, and become famous. 

PREACH OPRAH PREACH

Love,
A Llama Who Cares

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