Except when it's being used as an implement of torture.
I went to the Ft. Walton Beach Latin Salsa Festival today (which is ironic, seeing as it's Juneteenth and all.) and despite how small it was, it was fun. I got to watch the (armature, for fun) Salsa competition although my favorite couple, a woman in her fifties and a woman in her mid-twenties who was heavily pregnant, got knocked out early.
Given the fact that it was on the pier in Ft. Walton I obviously stopped by Unwind and snagged myself some Mango Moon Cotton Ribbon, with which to make yet another Calorimetry.
It was hot, like Africa hot, like people were melting as they walked down the street, hot. Yeah, I know it's Florida and it's supposed to be hot, but fucking hell this was over the top.
Aside from that I have discovered that working makes blogging hard to keep up with and that red is a better look for said blog than plain old white.
Nothing much to see here, at the moment. I'm sure I'll have something political to rant about after the Sunday morning shows.