Tag Archive: Brie


My Wheelie Weally Works

Remember yesterday I had problems with the wheelie thingy on my new mouse, well a reboot solved the problem; the vagaries of PCs. Any way it remembered how to scroll.

The good news, I survived another Monday.

CatMouse2Andrew commented that Clorinha looked like she was “trying to hug the mouse to death.” Maybe training aids aren’t the way to go. I might add that mouse was already dead and Clorinha was just doing what cats do; maybe she instinctively knew it was a dead mouse.

There is also the horrifying thought that she might try to kill the mouse attached to the PC.

Not a lot has happened so far this morning.

I made the coffee, does that count?

Lunch, well I have two pre-weinered schnitzels quietly desiccating in the back of the fridge, so I guess that’s it. Have to use them before they are tough enough to add straps and use as emergency flip flops.

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Yoda-I-smell-bacon-meme-funny-1egQI will glue them together with Brie and bacon, Cordon Bleucon… and cook them off in the oven.

Spent last night programming my new cellphone, setting the date, etc. Now that may seem rather mundane, but never-the-less a challenge when you are somewhat technology illiterate and the instructions are in Portuguese. It is the most update tech that I have, I believe that my new phone can do things that I never dreamed of. If it can make good coffee in the morning and serve it in bed, I’ll marry the damned thing.

This is a black box

This is a black box

I see the pro-Russian rebels have surrendered the ‘black boxes’ from MH17.

But the pictures showed orange thingies…

Why are black boxes orange?

There is so much in life to think about.

And this…

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Is neither black nor a box, although it does have a small box attached.

I see my recent posts have 9, 10 or 11 ‘Likes’. I am convinced this fall off is because I have not included sex… no rectums, no arseholes, no vaginas…

Moving right along.

Sunny day again, not hot, not cool.  The praça is full of kids, I haven’t seen them, but the air is blue with the language of boys flying their kites, and the swings are squeaking. That’s enough evidence.

Before I go, I’ll leave you with a photo of a friend of mine. Alan lives in the Pantanal.

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Sunbathing on the beach by the campsite

Alan is about three metres long, he is a Black Paraguayan Cayman, quite friendly, accepts hugs. No, really, if you’re careful you can hug him.

Off for my Nap-fu practice

Later.

 

Hump Day

humpdaykid-largeYes, it’s Wednesday, almost over the hump.

This week is not a beefless week, I had a wonderful homemade prime meat hamburger on Monday night for supper. Tuesday was my big sushi day for the month with a brie snack for supper, and today it will be chili con carne (yet to be made) for lunch.

Lixo was a great help yesterday while I was away in town, I came home and found him doing the ironing again. He’s such a good cat.

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Lixo doing the ironing, press pressed T-shirts

Lixo doing the ironing, fresh pressed T-shirts

On Monday I found something strange on another blog. The blog doesn’t have any content, not a single post. But the About page, which has the default WP blurb, had a lot of likes.

Default 'About' page with 19 likes

Default ‘About’ page with 19 likes

This puzzles me. Is this proof that people press ‘like’, just for the sake of pressing ‘like’ ?

Or are there really people out there who like the WP default blurb?

What’s the reason behind this?

I have had two lessons today. One has already cancelled.

I really must get some blogging done because today has been mostly nap. I was deprived of my nappability yesterday. In fact I would still have been napping if my student hadn’t rung to cancel.

Later.

Pathetic

It really is pathetic.

Have you ever done that? Opened the fridge and stood there wondering, now “What did I come here for?”

I do it lots. My mind slips a cog now and then. I mean, I’m only sixty years young, it’s not like I’m in my dotage. It’s not like I have Parkinson’s or Alzheimer’s, although I would prefer the former; I’d rather spill some of my beer than forget where I put it. Talk about disastrous.

I had plans today. Class at 7am, supermarket, then home; nap; blog a lot, lunch, nap and then class again at 5pm.

The day was pretty well planned, right?

Waiting for my lift to work at the appointed time and place, my student didn’t arrive. Just on the verge of going home 45 minutes later when one arrived. Class started late.

Guess what I’m having on my crackers tonight?

Supermarket: No sliced bread, no soya sauce, no frankfurters, no luncheon meat (bologna for Americans), no Sadia ham (just a shitty tasteless crap), but I did find some Brie cheese, which they don’t normally have; horrendously expensive. I have no idea how it finished up in my shopping cart…

I love cheese, all sorts of cheese, Roquefort, Brie, Camembert, Stilton, Cheddar (not the stuff the Brazilians call cheddar, that looks more like orange cow diarrhea, it really is disgusting), Edam, Feta…. oh, I could rattle on for ages. I got a scrag end of provolone too. And, guess what, there just happens to be a bottle of red wine in the fridge.

Nap time, phone woke me up. Work; my student this afternoon has a headache, no class.

Still thinking about lunch (3:10pm).

Spaghetti bolognese, should be ready by 4pm, If I stop rabbiting on here.

Oh, I did get my posting done on all blogs between everything else, so check my blog links below (left footer), if I have disappointed you here.

Later.

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