- I am frequently amazed by the kind of men who manage to get wives.
- Yesterday I finally bit the bullet and attempted to cure myself of fatigue, anaemia and the moops by consuming raw, frozen liver cut into little pills and swished down with water. It was horrid, but considerably less horrid than downing liver in its customary cooked, chewable form. I only managed to ingest about a teaspoon’s worth, and it had no appreciable effect on my desire to train for a half-marathon, but they say it’s cumulative. I will Let You Know.
- I found out at the supermarket today that the salmon I have been smugly purchasing to ward off the brainworms is farmed, not wild. There’s always something, innit. Farmed salmon is evil; they keep them in cramped conditions and feed them soy and grains and things, which mucks up their omega 3-omega 6 ratio and no doubt makes them discontented in their squish. And then they have to feed them dye to get their flesh the correct pink. I got cod instead, which is cheaper and hopefully less evil, but not very appetising.
- Did you know more women have blonde or red hair than men? Wikipedia said so. I wonder if it’s due to the Barbie/Ken beauty model.
- Speaking of Barbie and Ken, Toy Story 3 is excellent.
- I need a way to make a lot of money fairly fast. Nobody’s going to lose an eye or anything if I don’t, but it would be handy. Ideas?
- I made white chocolate ice cream with homemade ginger cookies crumbled through, and it is mighty tasty, but Helpdesk Man does not like it. I am torn between wounded scorn at his dismissal of any ice cream that is not double chocolate, and smug because it means more ice cream for me.
- The snortlepig is probably going to grow up to be a taxidermist or a serial killer. She has a penchant for Death. The highlight of supermarket trips is visiting the “dead fishies”, to the point where she refers to grocery shopping as “seeing dead fishies!”; and today when we went to the butcher and they had large portions of cow hanging up out the back, visible through a window no doubt designed to prove that everything is sanitary and pukkah, the pig was delighted and insisted I lift her up so she could beam at them for five minutes while a butcher whacked off bits with an evil-looking knife and gave us uncomfortable glances. Also, though? According to the sign, the Maori word for beef is “kau”. This gives me more happiness than words can convey.
- Would you rather lose all your worldly possessions in a fire, or be stranded for a month on a desert island after your plane crashed into the briny?
- I have megalophobia.
July 29th, 2010
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4 Responses to “Things”
Point 1. Yes
Point 6. You could publish Sister Mary Augusta, and The Elefotamus.
Point 7. Definitely smug.
Point 9. I assume you would opt for the fire, in view of Point 10?
Does this mean no more salmon for dinner?
1. Me too. Today, I have been surprised by just such a thing.
2. I can think of few things more horrid.
5. So I hear. What do you think the chances are of it being available on the ‘plane when I fly over in October? I could go and see it at the movies, but that costs money…
7. Schhlppp!
9. The desert island. It might be nice, so long as one was clutching one’s book as the plane went down.
Mother: Elaphottamus. And actually, I think I might choose the desert island. It would be character-building, probably. I would learn the answers to questions such as “Would I rather starve to death or eat locusts?”, and they say sleeping without artificial light is very good for one’s biorhythms. Seratonin and melanin and so forth.
Kovac: Not unless I can find a source for wild stuff. It saddens me considerable.
rbjaneite: Gosh, who? And yes, Toy Story 3 will probably be on the plane. They’re pretty swift about getting movies. It’s worth seeing at the cinema, though…