Bacon! I smell Bacon!
Sorry to quote a hideous dog treat commercial from eons ago, but this post at the Core 77 Design Blog reminded me of it.
An alarm clock that reminded me of my halcyon days, when carcinogens and fat mattered less to me.
It also reminded me of a passage from Neal Stephenson’s Zodiac describing the all-black breakfast. My copy of this hilarious book is in a bin in the basement, so I can’t quote it directly.
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“So once I'd fueled myself up on coffee and Bart's baco-cinders-nothing beats an all-black breakfast-and read all the comics, I threw one leg over my battle-scarred all-terrain stump-jumper and rode several miles to work.”Neal StephensonZodiac
Stephen Pierzchala
February 8 2009 at 13:50
“So once I'd fueled myself up on coffee and Bart's baco-cinders-nothing beats an all-black breakfast-and read all the comics, I threw one leg over my battle-scarred all-terrain stump-jumper and rode several miles to work.”Neal StephensonZodiac
Stephen Pierzchala
February 8 2009 at 20:50