Greetings, weary traveller. It appears you have stumbled upon the Post-Brunch Intelligencer, no doubt one of the stranger spots you're likely to have come across in this quaint little cybernetic cesspool I like to call the Internet.
The Post-Brunch Intelligencer? What, you ask, is it? Who writes it? Is bacon involved? I'll deal with these questions one at a time, starting with the last.
No, I'm afraid PBI has nothing to do with breakfast meats. Brunch, you see, is more than just a breakfastey meal eaten at midday. Brunch is a state of mind. Brunch is the feeling you get on a lazy Saturday afternoon after loading up on scrambled eggs and pancakes. It is in this state of mind that the PBI is meant to be read, and it is from this cholesterol-induced nirvana that we take our name.
As for who writes it – for now, these ramblings will ensue from two shadowy figures known to you simply as TNPCares and Nath. Plans have been set in motion for a third, shadowier and still less coherent rambler whose name cannot be revealed (if only because it is yet to be decided).
And now, for the final and most pressing question: what the devil is it? PBI will cover pretty much anything that chooses to enter the incomprehensible minds of our writers; expect rants on politics, linguistics, technology, movies, history, religion or none of the above.
Quite frankly, we don't know.
The Post-Brunch Intelligencer? What, you ask, is it? Who writes it? Is bacon involved? I'll deal with these questions one at a time, starting with the last.
No, I'm afraid PBI has nothing to do with breakfast meats. Brunch, you see, is more than just a breakfastey meal eaten at midday. Brunch is a state of mind. Brunch is the feeling you get on a lazy Saturday afternoon after loading up on scrambled eggs and pancakes. It is in this state of mind that the PBI is meant to be read, and it is from this cholesterol-induced nirvana that we take our name.
As for who writes it – for now, these ramblings will ensue from two shadowy figures known to you simply as TNPCares and Nath. Plans have been set in motion for a third, shadowier and still less coherent rambler whose name cannot be revealed (if only because it is yet to be decided).
And now, for the final and most pressing question: what the devil is it? PBI will cover pretty much anything that chooses to enter the incomprehensible minds of our writers; expect rants on politics, linguistics, technology, movies, history, religion or none of the above.
Quite frankly, we don't know.
