Twitter is for the birds

There are birds tweeting outside, that have more interesting things to say than I do right now, but that's no reason to deprive you of reading what I have to write! What kind of bloggist would I be if I didn't force my pointless views on meaningless subjects into your LCD-lit face when you least expect it and/or expect it the most? [Please, do not answer that. It was a rhetorical question and to do so would only make you look foolish in front of our myriad of loyal readers. Loyal, bloodthirsty readers, who know where you live.]

So, here's what I think:
Ice cream is best served chilled. Do yourself a favour, and eat some chilled ice cream today. You'll never want to eat warm ice cream again and you heard it here, at Dinosaurs and Dandelions first. You can thank us later. [we now accept paypal]

The Wonderful History of Beans

Thank you, and goodnight.

Because

Divisional Playoff Round.

A poem about a man

There once was a man from Mount Eden.
He fell in the garden, whilst weedin'.
He landed in a hedge, gashed his head on a ledge, and now his hair's red from the bleedin'.