Whatchu know about Junior Spesh?

How not to cook dinner:

-Get home at 11:30. Be exhausted. Search through refrigerator, find only an old bag of frozen chicken breasts.
-Throw into the microwave and hit auto defrost
-Start losing your mind because your hungry and tired, so you decide to cut up half an onion and fry it
-Sear the chicken breast on top of the fried onion
-Add peanut butter, tabasco sauce, allspice, cloves, garlic salt, chili peppers, paprika and skim milk
-Cook it down until every thing is brown. Really. I'm serious.
-Pour into a bowl, eat.

This recipe I found out today can also be alternatively titled "How to spend a long time in the bathroom."



I am currently working on a project that is a "visual retelling" of Goldilocks and the Three Bears. I am doing a public service announcement about not fucking with bears. Above is my initial sketch.

I've also spent today trolling the internet as always and found quite a few awesome things, firstly I have acquired a new appreciation for UK Grime, and now have it blaring through my speakers. I appreciate the production, the breakbeats, the weird fucking noises. It's like every form of music making babies. And songs about "Junior Specials" of fried chicken. I can only assume they are talking about fried chicken.



Secondly, as I posted on the Walker Blog, I found an architect name John Nouanesing from France who's using pop iconography and really simple every day items (folded paper, dripping paint) as the basis for his designs. I'll drop to my knees for the first person to buy me the "Paint or Die But Love Me" table. For real.



I accidentally passed out right after I got home from work, so I missed the majority of tonight's office. But in a tribute to the eternal practical joke battle between Jim and Dwight, I took part in some hilarity tonight, and individually shrink wrapped every item on my boss's desk, and then shrink wrapper the desk itself. I will upload a photo tomorrow or something. He comes back bright and early in the morning from a week long business trip and I can only hope that he's in a good mood, otherwise I might be unemployed tomorrow.

Good day world.