I feel enlightened, don't you?

[tenlittlebullets]

This evening has brought me two revelations of monumental importance:

This chapter of Les Mis, which I always thought was a strange and useless non sequitur, is totally a shoutout to Baudelaire.

There's a store in town that sells falafel chips. Falafel chips. Like potato chips, only made out of chickpeas and win.

(Also, Sarah Palin is a bubblehead, but that's hardly a revelation.)