Library, [10/24]

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It was probably important to note here that Jonothon really didn't hate life, the universe, and everything. But when faced with the option of spending a day in the library hiding from the brunch, all full of people and space dolphins and food, he really had found himself deciding that it was his only option, thank you so very much.

And, once he'd done his usual duties for the day, he was going to spend the rest of his shift leaning back into a chair and reading a Douglas Adams book about some sort of holistic detective, just to get this weird urge to start decorating the place with bowls of petunias out of his system.

Bloody space dolphins.

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Food Appreciation [Week 8, Period 4, Mon. 10/25]

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There was a really simple reason the class met in the Danger Shop today: John wanted a damn taco. The class assembled on a busy California street. There were cars, people, and a glorious taco truck.

"Today we're eating out. Mexican food is as diverse as it is delicious. There's a thousand ways to make a taco and each one is as tasty as the last. Though honestly, I haven't had the time to try them all. Sure I could spend a class teaching you how to make a couple tasty types of tacos, but seriously, we're all here for the consumption." At least he was realistic about why kids showed up in his class. "This here is a taco truck. The beauty of America is that food isn't limited to a restaurant. Sure this truck looks like a mobile meth lab, and if you spot it in your neighborhood at 9pm on a Sunday night offering $40 tacos chances are you'll end up pretty popular, but the taco truck is about the food within, not the appeal of the stand."

John walked to the menu and gave the metal sign a tap. "So today you guys get to figure out the moddable menu of tacos and see if you can order something without getting laughed at for your pronunciation. Or, you know, find a friend to help you. Now, let's eat!"