Just FYI

  The concerns of cafe life.

In Defence Of White Chocolate

   Every time, ev-er-y time, we offer something with White Chocolate, some one has to let me know that White Chocolate is not real chocolate.  It's some sort of oppressive plot. 

In My Belly

 In Rob's Belly, 1 of 5.  

If it's not clear, and I can't think of why it wouldn't be, but just in case, these are tiny versions of me that live in my belly.

 In Rob's Belly, 2 of 5.

2300 calories have arrived.

 In Rob's Belly, 3 of 5.

My workers are not as pleased as I would hope.

 In Rob's Belly, 4 of 5.

The one on the left is very no-nonsense.

 In Rob's Belly, 5 of 5.

And this is why I'm a fat guy.

 Can't stop explaining!

 In my defense, it's a good idea to know what food is.

 Next time you encounter Bara Brith, you'll know.

 

I didn't write that Noooooo, which means someone doesn't like change.  Well, noone likes change.

    Serving English pastries forced me to learn.  And now you've learned too!  Bwooo ha ha ha.  Unless you already knew all this stuff.  It was unfair of me to make assumptions.

Sierpinski

 I didn't know how to draw a Sierpinski Triangle until Vi Hart taught me.  Then I drew them a lot.

 This is what a snowy road looks like.  True story.

 The introduction of Stick Rob.  Stick Rob originally appeared in the short lived series Stupid Roommate.

 This is my felted cicada, staring out the window.

 Broonies.  Also not very Sconnie.  The people need to know.

 I cannot stop explaining things!  I can't!  And so many people order mochas because it is a familiar word.

 Good to know.

 Diagrams are cool.  Don't scoff.

    Lessons.  Stick Rob.  So many firsts.  Or one.  But still!  Important foreshadowing of things to come.