We are really getting into, and onto, sculpture, here on Mars, and we hope you like it very much. Otherwise, well, like it anyway, there’s nothing to dislike, really, about modern sculpture. After all, who knows anything about it or why it even exists except to make us all feel calm and happy after a long, hard day at the solar-face (which is gradually replacing the coal-face, though you will work no less hardly, harder, hard, like very squashed coal). There are diamonds here somewhere.
Since time immemorial (whatever that means), we have all searched for comfort. The humble couch is the answer, as we all know, or should. So next time you need a break, get the chocolate, the chocolate tuna, and the other tasty TV treats and don’t bench yourself, couch yourself, in glowing terms as well. Enjoy, and you’re welcome.
If only there was a Le Meow Sushi Bar here on Mars. We are lobbying as I write, but the vagaries of Martian retail business tend to elude me. Also, I have my sushi flown in from the Lynx constellation, though it pays to order early.
You know when you just don’t know what you feel like for lunch? Sometimes you feel like a movie star, sometimes you feel like a baker, or even a truck driver. Ignore those feelings and get into bread, bread with anything on it at all. Okay, not yucky things like – well, I won’t say because I don’t want to insult the gourmands among you who may like those yucky things. Go ahead, buy a baguette and go wild.
Despite the headline up there, we all know that the humble yet fabulous cheesecake, could never be a burden, not even on your hips. Well, perhaps on your hips, but be selective, slice it thin like an after dinner mint (think how many thin slices you could have before you reach even an approximation of a full serving, think and feel all fluttery and happy).
Yes, friends, you’ve guessed that I have a soft spot for the game of Chess, though I do not play it very well, or at all, really. I have issues with strategic planning involving war-like games, but that by no means diminishes the tomfoolery and malarkey one can enjoy with happy japes about the various representations of pieces and their predilections. Jeez, that was exhausting, I’m off to play a round of draughts/checkers with the nearest nerdy Martian.