One of the blogs I've been reading the longest is Matthew Baldwin's defective yeti. His writing style and sense of humor are so in line with what entertains me that I can't help but to read everything he writes.
Fair enough. But what really got me laughing was how the doubt begins to manifest itself:
That answer satisfied me for a decade and a half. Recently, though, while driving by another of the ubiquitous fast-food outlets, the question popped back into my head, and it occurred to me that a restaurant boasting a "Cheesy Gordita Crunch Supreme" for 99¢ was probably not named in honor of a seventeenth century Baroque organist. Maybe if they served a "Beef Taccota in C minor," or their soda machine dispensed "Mountain Fugue."
Now, I won't spoil the story by giving away the ending. But I did want to make sure that his talents are appreciated. :-)
See Also: The Tacobell Canon
Posted by jzawodn at September 20, 2006 01:17 PM