The World is Full of Questions

I try not to get philosophical here on the Longbow Blog (mostly because I’m afraid I’d just look like a babbling dunce), but today I want to share a question that has been pressing on my mind for some time.  Who discovered mushrooms were editable?

Most oddball cuisines- like the snails, sushi, and clams – I understand.  Someone was obviously starving and decided, “eh, what’s the worst that could happen?” But we know the worst that can happen when you eat wild mushrooms, they’re not mushrooms but actually toadstools and you die.

Now I understand why you might try some foods that look like they should be deadly.  People probably thought cherries were poisonous once upon a time. After all they’re small red fruits, but someone probably saw birds and other tiny critters eating them and thought, “Cool, they’re not dead so I can probably eat them!”

But really who thought to himself, “Well most of these little slimy things that grow in the dark in filth and refuse kill you and some of them just make you hallucinate, but these are slightly different.  I think I’ll try some!”

It seems like a recipe for disaster.

 

Oh What a Difference a Reed Makes!

I am currently experiencing the sublime ecstasy (well, maybe it’s only extreme joy (well, it’s at least a nice sense of satisfaction)) that I’m sure every woodwind player experiences after getting a new reed.

But this experience is even greater than the usual pleasure of playing with a good reed. Nay, the happiness is heightened by the horrible shape of my old reeds (they were grey and bent in half).  They were so bad I had to play with them for half an hour before I could play the set right.  These new reeds are better in every way.  They have better sound, better control…they even taste better.

Goulash

So, for dinner tonight we are eating goulash, and I was wondering; who decided to name it goulash? I mean, it sounds look the name of a horrifying monster. Don’t get me wrong, it looks and smells delicious, but personally I think someone who was editing a cook book, and a horror novel got confused and switched the recipe’s and the monster’s names. Soon in book stores near you; Night of the Delicious Meat Stew!

It’s Time to Panick

I  went to sign in to my WordPress account just now and wrote my password in my username, then I wrote my last name as my password, and just look at how I spelled the title! (I know it’s actually spelled panyck).

I can’t focus on anything right now. My problem is somebody broke the coffee carafe and now I experiencing serious coffee withdrawal.   Nobody knows who broke the carafe either, we found it sitting in the coffee maker leaking the fresh pot of coffee. Someone must have slammed the delicate coffee dish on the counter too and cracked it.  I haven’t had a cup of java in hours. I can’t think. I can’t type. I must find the man who broke the coffee carafe and make them pay…or just buy a fifteen dollar coffee maker from Walmart. Yeah, that sounds much more sane

Nothing

So what am I going to write about today? NOTHING absolutely NOTHING. In fact you should probably just stop reading this post. It just isn’t worth it because I am just going to stop writing…. Are you still here? Seriously I have nothing to say and if there is one thing I hate it’s people who say they are going to stop talking or writing but never do because they know that if there are words on the page your eyes will naturally read it. It could continue on into infinity. Seriously if you are going to stop just do it. But I’m done I’m just going to stop writing right now… Okay now I’m done… Definitely the last thing…

ARE YOU STILL HERE?

Food for the Thought?

So, if something really profound is food for the thought, then is something really stupid poison for the thought? Or, maybe it’s just bad for you food for the thought. Maybe things that are really intelligent are organic food for the thought, and regular things that make you think are normal food for the thought and this post is just junk food for the thought.

Burritos

So, Nicholas got a bunch of glow-sticks recently, and we were all playing with them when I discovered something very odd. For some reason Veronica, Christopher, and Robert all call the glow-sticks, (and I’m quoting them here) “Burritos”.

I just wonder why they call them that. I guess burritos, and glow-sticks are both cylinders… no, it’s just weird.

Second First Blog post

Hello everyone it’s Jonathan again. Now you may have noticed a blog post came out entitled my first blog post. The only problem with this is that post was the second post of mine to come out on the blog. The reason for this is quite simple I wrote the post entitled my first post scheduled it and then later wrote another post that I scheduled to come out before my first post.  Why did I do this? Maybe I merely forgot about when I had scheduled my first post to come out and it was all a giant accident or maybe it was a plot to get two posts out of one. Either way I feel really silly.

Mistress of Laughter

Ah, Anne. She is the only person I know who can sit and laugh for five minutes straight, and after much quizzing and questioning you can just make out between giggles that she does not even know why she was laughing she simply started laughing because someone else was. She’s great at parties though. She always laughs at your jokes even if she does not understand them. The best part is it’s not as if she fake laughs. She is quite sincere in her laughter. One of her friends even described it as contagious. Yep she laughs so heartily that she can have everyone in stitches over literally nothing! There’s one sad part though. She rarely finishes an amusing story because the minute she starts talking about it she busts out laughing!