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We on the schplog wish to take a moment to officially celebrate — nay, inaugurate — this 100th schplog post. May it live to 120. Or 120,000. Or whatever one wishes a blog on its first milestone.

In honor of this historic schplog — this momentous occasion in the grand yet sometimes mundane epoch of schplogging — we commit to taking a moment of silence and not saying anything amusing. Note that there are no puns in this post. None whatsoever. That’s how serious we are.

Long live Herbert Hoover, Doris Day and the U.S. Mint! Huzzah!

potato breakfast

egg sausage with extra pie*

haiku-lesterol

*rhymes with “a cherry blossom drifts by”

Which painful affliction did Dr. Freud find that refreshing beverage of malted barley and fragrant hops most effective in relieving?

Brewsed Ego!

Eccentricitrigue n.

1. The state in which one is not entirely sure what one’s eccentricitries actually are.

2. An appellation that describes the allure of the “nutty detective” type or the “elusive spy”.
Mata Hari’s life was packed full of eccentricitrigues.

3. The politics of Byzantium

You may have noticed some little changes on the Schplog lately.

I just wanted to let you know that I have taken care of some of the more obtrusive design quirks. So no more complaining.

Put that in your php and smoke it, say I!

What do elves eat for breakfast?

Elfelfa sprouts.

Know why?

Because they have a long shELF life.