On our fourth date, my girlfriend came over to my apartment and made these vegetarian sour cream enchiladas that I thought were delicious. I didn't finish the last one, and it had been sitting in my fridge since the second week of class. So I got an idea.

I was going to buy Mr. Potato Head gear and put it on the decomposing burrito and take it all around San Antonio and turn this project into one of those Yoko Ono type experiences that she describes in her how to paint book. I had it all planned out, I was going to take pictures with it at all the big touristy places here. This is what he would have looked like if I had gone through with it:

I had researched all these websites on food-borne diseases, and it was going to be about decomposing bodies, and I was going to tie it into the film Psycho because he keeps his dead mom's corpse around. Since it was a burrito, and I'm also the only (God I hate using this term) "hispanic" in the class, I thought I'd also change his name to "Seņor Cabeza de Burrito" to make fun of the whole potato head thing, but then I realized that I'd be the only one interacting with this thing, and that wasn't the point of the assignment. Let's take one more look at "Seņor Cabeza de Burrito" because damn, I think it's hilarious to look at, and because it was a project that didn't come into fruition:

To counteract the lack of interaction, I was going to bring in the rotting burrito to turn in, and I thought I'd take more pictures in class with it, but then I finally decided that it just wasn't interactive enough and it was a basic rip-off of a great American toy, so the idea was scrapped. Another major roadblock was that my fridge was too cold for mold or bacteria to visibly grow even after a few weeks. I'd left it out for a few days, but still nothing visible, so que sera, sera...

Wasn't that funny? I mean, did you see that adorable little burrito? Now go on to wherever the warp takes you like a good little maze rat.