My friends have informed me that ever since I've started writing here on Food in Mouth, I've been making lame-ass attempts at using words higher than my current reading level. So this weekend when Ming brought up he was interested in seeing Synecdoche, NY, it went something like this: "So what does 'synecdoche' mean?" "Dunno, why don't you ask Lord Byron over there." "Wait, I don't have my contacts on today, is that Bill Shakespeare?"
It went on and on like that. Sometimes my life is like a Southwest Commercial. I still had to make a haiku this week though, and it had to make no sense at...