Hey you – yeah, you with the glasses – have you pre-ordered your copy of Memoirs of a Dilettante, Vol. One? And you madam, with the fluffy little dog – have you? And excuse me, sir – could you put the doughnut down? That’s a good man. Have you pre-ordered your copy of Memoirs of a Dilettante, Vol. One? Have you got on board the best train in town (or in this case Mexican cantina with only the most excellent tequila and salsa around –darn it Helena, now I’m hungry, too)?
No? What are you waiting for? Check out the successful Kickstarter campaign for your last chance to get your hands on a personalized copy – or any of the other spectacular goodies you get for backing the campaign! As if that weren’t enough, there is fun to be had with Helena’s words. With characters like the Accidental Plagiarist and Cumberbund Bandersnach, could you possibly go wrong?
No. The answer is no.
I know, darlings, it’s a horrible name for a Mexican cantina, but we serve only the finest tequila and fresh made tortillas, with home-made salsa. And now I’m really hungry.
Surprisingly, this post isn’t really about food at all, but rather, it’s an alarm call. Call it a 5-alarm chili pepper if you like, considering we’re already talking Mexican food, but don’t hit the snooze button.
Peppers don’t have snooze buttons, Helena.
Thank you Captain Obvious. But work with me, darlings. What I’m trying to say is this:
Remember those four times you meant to pre-order Memoirs of a Dilettante? Maybe you were even chatting with me and you said — okay, going to do that now — but then the phone rang, or the neighbours knocked, or your boyfriend/girlfriend started making bedroom eyes at you — and you thought — oh well, I’ll do it later?
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