What happens when you shop at the hippy grocery store? Amy just returned with a box of cereal which posts as a bragging right in a big purple splash panel on the front, “Flakes, Twigs, and Granola!” That’s right folks, you read correctly. This cereal has twigs in it. And that’s supposed to be a good thing. OK, let’s see how these twigs taste… hey, not bad! I take it all back. Those hippies sure know how to live.
I’ve been going back and forth for a year on whether to keep up my Wired magazine collection. I have 90 issues, going back to issue 2.08, August ’94. I think if the mag was still good, I’d keep on collecting without hesitation, but it’s gone all Fetish, no Revolution. Funny, because they finally emerged from that 18-month stretch where there was nothing but CEOs on the cover, and I really thought it was going to make a turn for the better, but no. So I just put the whole thing on craigslist. I have no idea what something like this is worth.
Wish boing boing was still in print.