God I remember one time in Russian club we were making blinis for some reason, which are basically crepes they're just called blinis because that's like the one loanword than never made it into French from Russian, anyway my Russian history prof is like I HAVE TO GO AWAY FOR AWHILE, CAN YOU FLIP THIS FOR ME?
So I'm just standing there holding a fucking spatula and not knowing WHAT the hell to do.
Anyway I try to flip it when I think it's ready to flip and it folds in half and I'm like trying to straighten it out before it burns or rips.
Also, uh, true story: I fucking love McDonald's pancakes. I have no idea why. It's McDonalds. They shouldn't be good. But they are.
Anyway yeah, went to North Market, got lunch and a belgian waffle, Angela Perley was playing but wasn't selling any CDs, so I left and went up to Clintonville. Picked up some groceries and a copy of A-Train 9, since it was cheap (Odd thing is that A-Train 4 emulates fine if I run it from the disc directly, so I'm a LITTLE concerned there's something up with my optical drive).