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Screwed Up Saturday

onemorebeerToday is my first screwed up Saturday.

Class at 9:00, then again at noon. Home after 1:30pm.

I don’t like working Saturdays. Saturday is a day for beer and rest, then more beer. Repeat.

But, alas, not today.

I have been up posting since before five. By the time I get home, I’ll be knackered and only fit for Nap-fu practice.

This will probably be my last post today as I haven’t found anything suitable yet for Tomus.

My blog load for Satireday is usually light, except for here where I actually have to write something meaningful.

Looks like being a lovely sunny day out there. But it’s 7am, that could change.

Looks like my Twitter followers have broken the 1,000 barrier to stay, had 1,005 yesterday but that’s dropped to 1,003. I’m not overly worried, but it’s fun to watch the ups and downs.

bucket-list-picI saw a reference to ‘bucket lists’ yesterday. I don’t need a bucket list, I have a life.

To me a bucket list smacks of one-up-man-ship, keeping up with the Jones’, both attitudes that I hate.

My bucket list, if I had one would be things like wash the dishes, water the plants, sweep the yard and stuff. It may sound boring, but it’s life.

I was thinking the other day about these crazy people Boko Harum. The name means something like against western education. But they’re a bunch of hypocrites, they use guns and the internet… aren’t they the result of ‘western education’?

Putin’ his finger in the pie again. Warning the ‘west’ that there will be a reaction to more sanctions. Obviously the sanctions are hurting Russia more than he admits. He has hit back with sanctions of his own, but his sanctions are hurting his people more than the west. Terrible thing when your credibility is on the line.

grass greenerMy view of this Ukraine crisis is simple. If you don’t like Ukraine, or want to be Russian, bugger off over the boarder to Russia and be Russian.

If you think the grass is greener, jump the fence and find out if it really is.

I would hazard a guess and say that Russia wouldn’t like that, you wouldn’t be welcome.

That’s not the reason that Russia is interferring in Ukraine. They want a land corridor to Crimea.

The story does not end with this ceasefire; which I’m betting won’t last a week. Somebody will be putin’ his finger in the pie again.

I need more coffee!

Here’s thought… an irreverent one, but nevertheless a thought.

Skydome in Sketchup

Skydome in Sketchup

3D modeling is like “playing God” (in secular and vague terms) …

In the beginning God downloaded SketchUp. Now the earth was formless and empty, green was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over a blank canvas.

And God said —using the controls in the Shadows Settings dialog box at Window > Shadows, “Let there be light,” and He manipulated the shadows and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness. God called the light “UTC+01:00 13:30 11/8,” and the darkness He called “UTC+01:00 17:33 11/8.” And there was evening, and there was morning. God saved the settings —the first day.

Want to read more… Damantigui’s Blog

I suppose I must move along and prepare myself to look like a teacher, instead of a blogger still in his pyjamas…

*switches to teaching mode*

Later.

Just an Excuse

Friday 13th is just an excuse to lumber us with two Mondays in the one week. It’s a dastardly plan, one at each end. You suffer Monday, survive the rest of the week, slide down Humpday just to get back to Monday, its a cruel joke.

Yesterday, Fri 13th, was definitely a Monday. My trip to visit The Door was badly planned. I had not given any thought to this damned Rock in Rio and the access roads, which also happen to be main arterial routes, being closed. The traffic was mayhem.

benedictineGot my pay, eventually and went shopping. Found a bottle of Benedictine, of which I am partial, after I had already selected my customary two bottles of wine. Nearly choked on the price, R$134, that’s equal to five bottles of my normal wine price range. But such a rarity here that I couldn’t resist. Temptation is a terrible mistress.

I’ll be making a B&B later. Brandy and Benedictine, love the stuff.

Last night I was walking past the cocktail cabinet with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and ice, when I spied my bottle of Frangelico, couldn’t help but splosh in a generous measure. Quite pleasant, a new cocktail is born – The Orange Monk.

Cloro has pregressed… yes, from cockroaches to dragonflies. One flew into the house last night creating a terrible racket around the light. This was not missed by the ever-alert Cloro who was immediately transported to an intense state of the curious. For an hour his cute little head jerked to and fro following this strange apparition, until it flew too low, and that was the end of the story; one waggle of the feline hunter buttocks, pounce. I was lucky that he didn’t want to take it to bed, instead we slept together on the inner roll of the toilet paper. I don’t think I have ever done that before, it certainly wasn’t on my bucket-list.

Not Amora, but there wasn't a Blueberry image

Not Amora, but there wasn’t a Blueberry image

Throughout my life I have heard of the American passion for blueberries, jams, pies and the like. Last week searching the supermarket shelves for marmalade, I saw a jar of blueberry jam. Must try, said I.

The price was high, but one must splash out on little luxuries occasionally. R$10…

I must say, I wasn’t impressed. I’ve had it on toast twice now and would have preferred amora (blackberries) or black currant.

I won’t be rushing to buy it again; this is a oncer.

I am not impressed by Twitter’s latest move to be listed on the stock exchange. It piques me to think that other people will get financial benefits of the gullible Twits. I am seriously thinking of chucking it in. I have to get my head around it before making a decision. For me the internet is more of a hobby, and to think that other rich bastards are going to get richer on MY hobby more than miffs me.

Hot day promised, 34°C (94°F), I think that beer will be the order of the day.

Off to put more in the fridge.

Later.

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