HEROBRINE’D

Right, so. It’s been a bad few days helping my roommate recover from a minor surgical procedure. I made something, I swear I did; it’s just sitting in a misshapen, semi-burnt (Thanks, GoT), un-assembled pile of pure, unadulterated CRAP on top of my stove. I’m not even going to tell you what it is, because I’m convinced I’ll be able to make it work at a later date. It’s too good not to work. Yes, I’m pissed.

Anyway, today’s post has been Herobrine’d.

Q: Just what in the blue hell is a ‘Herobrine’ and what does it have to do with this?

A: Well, if you want the classical definition, I suppose this will do. In the context of this blog, “Herobrine’d” is, by my personal definition: a personal catastrophe so severe as to cause me to not post a recipe.

Q: But… I want a recipe.

A: That’s a statement, not a question. Yeah, I want a recipe, too. Can you give me, like, 24 hours? Can you do that for me, just this once?

Incidentally, if your answer was no, well, you’re going to have to wait anyway. I’m calling in a Grade 1 Herobrine. Yes, in my mind there really is this grand organizational scheme to the whole thing. Theoretically, a Grade 5 Herobrine would be a total ragequit skip-week. You will see a replacement recipe within 24 hours from this posting, I promise.

Q: So what’s the replacement recipe gonna be?

A: I don’t know. Batman Chocolate Covered Strawberries or something. Yeah.