HiddenEntries (A Wholly Owned Cynthia Publishing Company Subsidiary Blog)

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Hemingway app, huh? It will gauge your writing’s proximity to Papa’s, but you’ll never have the soul for the actual sentiment. The good part is you won’t be an anti-Semitic drunk with suicidal tendencies. The bad part is that you’ll miss out on writing things like this… Continue reading →

Why, I oughta…

Who knew the Arse were staging a Three Stooges Revival! The man in the middle is Tomáš Rosický as Moe Howard. On the pitch, the Gooners defeated the Toffees, 4-1, in FA Cup Quarterfinal action this afternoon at the Emirates. Continue reading →

Eat ’em up!

Normally on this here Web log we shill for only one vegetable: the delicious and nutritious broccoli, the cruciferous king! However, today we take a departure from the brocco and instead tout something that truly signifies springtime: the Sparrow’s Grass, a k a the asparagus. Soon the strawberries and bing cherries will be on their way, plus the artichokes, but for now, the asparagus leads them all, and with it follows the thawing season.

Fresh local asparagus now, only 99¢ per pound at all neighborhood Ralphs Markets — a k a Kroger West. Grassy, light, fresh and steamed to perfection, a perfect spear of delivery for butter or Hollandaise. Do it now: asparagus, 99¢, your local Ralphs here on the Left Coast. Nummy! Continue reading →

For the start of your Lenten season…ichthys! Continue reading →

Our wants are simple…just a sixth gear, please!

Here it is, one of those Special Sundaysz in La-La Land. It will be absolutely wonderful to take to the local streets around 5 p.m. PST, with the open road ahead of us, poking in and out of various establishments and eateries to see them utterly devoid of customersz — just like it is every day here at the ol’ Cynthia Publishing Company! Occasions like Oscar Night, Super Bowl Sunday, Yom Kippur, the eight nights of the Passover are all worth it for the simple bliss of being able to roam around freely on the highways and byways, go into the restaurants and see them not filled at all with those mopesz who demand sending every last dish back into the kitchen. Ah! Continue reading →