I ate one of these for breakfast this morning.
Because I am a responsible adult.
via Natalie Dee
A day-long trip to Cedar Point yesterday has fried my brain a bit, so I don’t have much to offer you today in the way of film blogging. Sorry.
What’s Cedar Point? Well, it’s just the greatest roller coaster park in the United States. 17 big badass coasters of various sizes, speeds, and stomach-churning glory.
I love them all. My two older boys are learning. Oh yes, the young Padawans, they are learning. Soon all of my plans will be complete.
But it’s a long ride there, a long day there, and a long ride home.
So my brain is sluggish.
But I will point out that Cedar Point has added a Pink’s Hotdog Stand to the park, which is - in my limited worldview - pretty spectacular. Pink’s is a historic Hollywood landmark (because anything existing since 1939 is, by Hollywood standards, “historic”) famous for great greasy hotdogs, chili, bacon-on-every-sandwich and all-around awesomeness.
The photo of the Cedar Point Pink’s is via Andrew 94. I would have taken my own, but it was late in the day and my camera stopped functioning and see the earlier excuse above about my brain.
It saddens me that this image makes my own sack lunch seem so lame in comparison.
I think of this nearly every time I eat a hot dog.
THE RACCOON’S FEET.
Yet somehow it never stops me from eating it.
(from The Simpsons 7.05, “Lisa the Vegetarian”)