For the One-Hundredth Time

Today marks 100 posts on Chronicles of a Stomach Grumble. If you are saying to yourself, "wow, you've had this for a long time and should really have more than 100 posts," you are right. But here we are.

A sign of nerdy things to come.

To commemorate, I wanted to share a tweet of my dad's I stumbled across from 2006 (yes, my dad was on twitter before I knew how it worked). My dad never got to read this blog, but he definitely knew where I was headed all along. And, just in case anyone is wondering, I have the ingredients to make the above-mentioned soup in my fridge as we speak.

For those of you who would like a bit of further evidence as to why I am what I am:

This guy talks about coffee almost as much as computers. Which is a lot.

I cannot count the number of times I've said, "counting the minutes until lunch."

A recurring theme: love of food and hatred of yard work.

I've been talking a lot lately about how cool it is to have a record of this stuff hanging about on the internet. We talk a lot about how technology has changed our lives, often in unflattering ways. But, for me, because my dad was the biggest geek I've ever known (honorable mention, little brother), it means I always have a way to get his advice. And always know why I'm hungry for certain things. And always know why I can't stop using words like 'inexorable', 'watershed', and referring to things as 'great theater.'

So, to one of the best writers and the best eaters I've ever known: thanks, man. You really set me up with some lovable idiosyncrasies.