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Oh Dear…

I did it again!

What a pusillanimous excuse.

roblemalbecI missed yesterday. I was busy. I woke from my Nap-fu practice to the smell of BBQ wafting through my bedroom window. After shaking myself awake, I followed my nose… and found myself amongst genial company, BBQ smoked pork ribs and beer; and that was the day gone. I took over a bottle of Argentine Malbec and some queijo coalho (grilling cheese) on sticks, and proceeded to get genial.

It was a good thing I didn’t have classes yesterday.

WordPress has done it again. They made a new ‘My Sites’ page that I began to use as my base. It was great. Then they ‘fixed’ it; it wasn’t broken. They made it a two column affair, which was okay, but they left out the ‘new post’ link which made it about as much use as tits on a bull. I haven’t opened it since, but have rather gone back to my previous method of opening the new post page. People will meddle! I went to the WP site to complain, and they had closed comments… Pffft!

I made a breakthough the other day. I finally, after years of mystery, managed to make a transparent background .gif image on CorelDraw. Now all I have to do is remember how I did it, so that I can do it again…

Today is Marilyn Munro Day. Why? Marilyn Munro was a screen whore; why have a day for her? I’d rather she was forgotten as the miserable example she was to women. Apparently it’s also Black Cat Day, I’d rather see a black cat than MM. So we finally have to double up days so we can give everyone and everything a shot at being famous/remembered for a day.

Tomorrow is the end of October. Halloween. Another month of 2014 will have bitten the dust and become relegated to history. Only two more months of this year left… where did it all go?

A Leonardo da Vinci selfie

A Leonardo da Vinci selfie

Selfies have become the scourge of the internet.

Anybody with a digital camera or cellphone takes them with abandon.

But selfies are not a new idea, they’ve been around for centuries. Leonardo da Vinci, among many toher artists, took selfies. And they were a damned sight better than digital ones.

I finished the asparagus for a morning snack. My pee won’t smell funny anymore.

It’s lunch time, I’ve missed most of the news by posting this. Time just flies when you’re having fun.

Lunch today the last of the fish.

Tomorrow will have to be a supermarket day.

Hot hot day out there. The sun is very intense, so I’m staying inside under the fan with iced water.

Later.

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Angry, Birds

Different angry birds

Different angry birds

No, no, not these angry birds.

Angry & Birds

I am angry at the birds. They keep eating my guava off the tree.

I know a guava is ripe because it turns yellow, if I wait for them to turn yellow, the birds have already started to eat them on the cusp between green and yellow.

It’s hard to win.

The early bird gets the guava, bugger the worms.

I’m not even going to mention that game played by men with the round balls…

Except to say that today is our day to beat Germany.

I have red, white and bubbly in the fridge. Chilean Cab Sav & Chardonnay, and Italian (didn’t have any German) Lambrusco Bianco, it’s not exactly bubbly, rather Frizzante.

ghost-rider-2007I watched a sequel to Ghost Rider last night, what a load of rubbish. Sequels are never as good as the original.

Left me dog tired at 1am and terribly disappointed.

I was awake again at 3am.

I finally woke up at 7:45, 7:55, 8:05 and 8:15…

Yes, I was reluctant to get out of bed.

Clorinha, however, wasn’t and was demanding breakfast.

She got her breakfast and I got my first coffee of the day, then my second, then my third. It was about then that I was ready to face the day.

I didn’t do a full blog load yesterday, and due to the inevitable nap, today is a sequel; never as good as the first.

It’s now after three, I have denapped and had more coffee. I have fish defrosted, so guess what’s for lunch; which will only happen when I finish here.

I haven’t even read the news today. It’s quite possible that the world has ended, and I don’t even know about it. Although, from the noise that’s coming from the botequim, I doubt it. Much merriment.

That’s where I’ll be after lunch, participating in the merry-making. I will drink wine, and that’ll make me merry.

So, I’m off to particificate… guavaless.

Later.

 

Not as planned

only-reason-i-have-a-kitchenMy lunch yesterday didn’t go as planned, it didn’t even become dinner. In fact, it just didn’t!

I mentioned that I was late in taking the fish out of the freezer, well, with the cooler weather we had yesterday and, I might add, today, it didn’t defrost.

So by 5pm, my stomach was grumbling seriously.

I had some ready-made pastel pastry in the fridge, make pasteis, I thought. Wasn’t a good idea. The filling, despite being in the fridge for two days didn’t taste right. Out they went with the remainder of the filling. Cheese, that’s a good backup filling. Got distracted and burnt them. Not quite to a crisp, but a lot darker than they should have been.

Bugger!

I ate them anyway, I was hungry.

It’s now 11am, and my stomach is feeling neglected.

The fish has thawed in the fridge overnight, so I’ll try, try again.

Things don’t always go as planned.

Rained again last night, and the dark clouds say that it will again today. My first student has cancelled, I just have a group at 6pm.

The kitchen is in shock… I did the dishes. Highlight of the day so far.

Clorinha has just bounced in the window, one leap on to the bed, and instantly collapsed into a deep sleep as only cats can do.

She has regressed. Pooped twice in the shower yesterday, and today I caught her under the kitchen sink about to do the same. I hauled her out by the tail and dumped her with less than no ceremony in the dirt box. It was then I discovered that it wasn’t the only poop under the sink.

I have better things to do with my life than cleaning up poop after a kitty. Her dirt box is clean, I changed the sand yesterday. I have to figure out what’s going on in that little feline brain.

This tickled my fancy the other day.

hairisstunning

Meanwhile, back to the kitchen.

Later,

Waiting for the Thaw

stupidityThat wasn’t my first choice of a post title. My first choice came to me sometime during the night and because I didn’t wake up to scribble it down, it’s long gone.

Shouldn’t have had that second brown cow as a nightcap.

But, it was delicious.

Stupidity is a luxury. I use it sparingly.

Oh, back to the thaw… I m waiting for the fish to thaw for lunch. Sole fillets, battered, deep fried and chips (fries) with Lea & Perrin’s Worcestershire sauce and beer. I’m pretty sure the system can handle it.

I took a break and had lunch. As I predicted, delicious.

Before lunch I washed the dishes. Now I look at the kitchen after lunch and I am no further ahead.

I’m sure that dishes breed in the sink.

Had a nap, went to the bar and had a small beer just to test the waters.

If I don’t press the ‘publish’ button now, I never will.

Later.

KFC

Not this KFC

Not this KFC

I had a terrible nightmare last night, hence the title. It now means Komputer Fried Citten.

In my nightmare, I dreamed that Clorinha had stuck her nose in the works of my PC, which is always open, and I woke to see her ‘fried’.

I like my PC open, because I am always fiddling and I can see the pretty red light that flashes twinkles in time with the pretty green light on the router and tells me that the internet is fine and dandy. That along with the pretty blue light on the front that bursts into life occasionally, they are so comforting.

But back to the nightmare, I am now aware that it was the harbinger of doom. Later, after my second coffee, I heard a plaintiff ‘mew’ (she’s not big enough to meow yet) I rushed to see what she was mewing about and all I could see was two little paws with claws extended clinging to the window sill. I couldn’t get the door unlocked fast enough and she plopped to the ground, landing between the passion fruit and a pineapple.

Clorinha in bed

Clorinha in bed

I finally got the door open and there she stood, shook her head and appeared none-the-worse for her brief free-fall of a metre and a half (about 4+ feet).

More feline news; Clorinha prefers to sleep on the arm of the sofa. Her daddy, Cloro, was a fan for the bed. When I go to bed she comes in for a quick romp and then jumps down and off to the sofa.

Last night she drew her first blood; cute little claws, but by hell, they hurt. She was sitting on my leg at the PC and slipped off, clutching at anything handy. I’m so glad I had my shorts on… (I wouldn’t have been posting that photo).

myinnerleftthigh

My inner left thigh

My floor is scattered with bits of paper, cotton buds, empty boxes, a handy towel roll centre and pieces of plastic. I daren’t tidy up because Clorinha considers these to be toys. So she’s cheap to entertain.

It’s nigh on lunch time. I have the fish out of the freezer and plan crumbed sole fillets with refried mashed potatoes and a shittake mushroom cream sauce. I also think this merits a white wine. BRB

ConventodaSerravinhobrancoBottle selected, in the freezer for a quick chill. A Convento da Serra white, 2010. It’s a wine from the Alentejo Region in southern Portugal. Reasonable price, R$25 (about $11).

I found some hydrated shittake mushrooms in the supermarket last week. Bit expensive (R$15), but I am so uncontrollable when it comes to novelties, especially such connoisseur items like shittake.

Today is Freeday… my afternoon student canceled yesterday. So I can afford to hit the plonk.

Oh, ‘it’s good to be the king!’ Line stolen from Mel Brooks’ film History of the World Part 1.

I am concerned. I read an article that gave me food for thought. I posted it on They say it’s in the Genes a couple of days ago. Basically it was saying that humans will divide into two subspecies; a squat goblin-like creatures of dim wit, and a taller more intelligent, slim, healthy, attractive, intelligent, and creative human. It also mentioned that the latter would have larger penises; which prompted one of my readers to post on the matter. One of his concerns was that while we may have larger penises, would our testicles also be enhanced… to not balance the equation, things would appear weird.

Man, historically, has always been consumed with interest about the penis. Ever since they manage to stuff their chubby little hands down the front of their nappies (diapers) men are enamoured by their appendage.

But that as it may, further led me to think on the matter; and this horrible thought sprang to mind. Are we indeed headed for a sexless society?

A lab grown vagina -image: BBC

A lab grown vagina -image: BBC

It is common knowledge that our beloved scientists have managed to grow ears and noses in petri dishes in the laboratory; then I read this morning that they have managed to grow a vagina…

Does the future hold for us to create babies from laboratory manufactured parts and be put together in a similar manner to cars on an assembly line?

Hence doing away with the need for sex and the resulting birth.

Now this might appeal to the more puritan Americans, but I’m not sure it would catch on globally.

To top all this off, I got this pop-up:

you-have-been-online-for-1-year-do-you-wish-to-log-off-and-get-a-life

I’m sorely tempted…

I know it’s time…

food-forkandknifeYes, I’m not stupid. I know it’s time to do the dishes when I run out of knives and forks. I only have three knives and four forks, so I often get to do the dishes. I must buy more, that way I can put off the inevitable.

I haven’t blogged much today, yet.

This is only the fourth blog I’ve posted on. This just goes to show that I don’t always leave you to the last minute before I panic out the door to go to class.

The order in which I post on my blogs is fairly random; a lot depends on inspiration and images that give me ideas that I have saved recently.

For example, yesterday I saw this wonderful image. Some Oscars and a Pictus Catfish. It behooved me to post it, because I had both these fish in one of my many aquariums many years ago.

oscars&pictus

There, aren’t they beauties?

I love fish, to sit and watch them is so relaxing.

In fact, today’s lunch is fish. Peppered Sole (Halibut) fillets in a macaroni & parsley white white sauce casserole. It was going to be a lasagna, but I didn’t have any. Have to make do with what’s on hand.

Remember a week ago I made a Shepherd’s Pie…

ShephersPie1

I did take a photo of it before I ate. Look at that lovely cheese crunch on top. That served me four meals.

Overcast today, no rain, but cool. I needed a cover over me last night, mainly to avoid the mosquitoes, but it was very cool overnight.

No classes today, so after lunch it will be beer o’clock.

I just went out to check the mail, the botequim is closed… So I have substituted beer for wine… Sip Happens!

CandelaLegendExtThe wine that found its way into the freezer before lunch is a Candela Legend Sauvignon Blanc/Semillion 2003.

The legend – “The legend speaks of a shadow of light, dancing through the vineyards in the heart of the night. Everyone knew her name and many were captivated by her splendor. Candela, a magical enigma, igniting passion and inspiration with the light of her dance”.

There is very little on the net about Candela Legend wines from Argentina, some info about reds, but no whites.

Produced by Bodegas Escrihuela Gasgcón, which returns no results, although I have managed to track the bodega to the Cuyo area of Mendoza.

This wine will feature on my new Wednesday Whine feature tomorrow.

Well, lunch is in the oven, This post was written between the keyboard and the kitchen.

Update

After lunch, disappointed with the wine, wouldn’t make that casserole again.

Time to renap, I’ve already had one today; it’s great being old…

 

 

Postless

My fan is on full. I am afraid.

My fan is on full. I am afraid.

I would write a post if I had anything to write about, but as I don’t I won’t.

It’s hot. I feel like the Arctic, melting. I have my own personal global warming.

I watered the plants earlier, they whispered thank you.

I had fish for lunch. It was horrible. I have half a kilo of cat food in the fridge.

If you get caught having sex with a prostitute in France now you can be fined $2,000 under the new law. God those French are stupid.

Damnation! I just realised that I didn’t post this yesterday. So if you’re lucky, you may just get another post later.

Later.

 

The Ressurection

Like I said the other day, “no fancy rock to roll away, and Mary Magdalena hasn’t shown up” I managed what I thought to be the impossible. I ressurected my small saucepan. It was easier than I had imagined based on past experience (oh, no, it’s not the first time I cremated a pot). Just armed with a Scotchbrite pad it scrubbed up quite well.

Kitty10My catless days are over. I posted Lessons Learned on Some Animals are Crackers about lessons learned in the first twelve hours.

He’s going to be a blogger cat, has to sit on knee and watch blogging process.

So far today, he has discovered that he has a tail, and if you chase it, it disappears. A scrunched up paper ball is fun too, that doesn’t disappear when you chase it. Opening the gate makes a lot of noise, scared Kitty scratches chest in fright.

Yesterday, I discovered something horrific. It was even on TV here, a phenomenon called ‘air guitar’. Honestley, what a bunch of pathetic wankers. Posted about that on Bullshit Corner. Air guitar is like rap music; rap music is for those who can’t sing… air guitar is for those who have no idea how to play a guitar. Jerkers jerking to look like jerks.

can-of-wormsThe US military is going to wish they’d never heard of Bradley Celeste Manning.

He’s opened a whole new can of oligochaetes*; and so soon after they accepted gay soldiers as a fact of life.

The advent of transgender soldiers.

So for the next 35 years, the military has to look after a transgender soldier.

Wouldn’t it just have been easier to give him the Medal of Honor and told he was a good girl, now go home and play.

It seems there is no doubt that nerve gas has been used in Syria, although there is little doubt that it was used by the government forces, there are suggestions that it might have been the rebels themselves. It appears that the chances of World vs Syria could yet be on the programme. Bashar al-Bastard has promised the Middle East will burn if outsiders intervene. He could be right there, Russia and Iran will not stand idly by, Israel may even get BBQed.

Understanding the problems in the Middle East has always been an elusive idea. I knew a fair bit, but I read a BBC article last night that explains much, before the added problems of the creation of Israel. I posted the article on Tomus Arcanum yesterday; worth reading.

I have decided to name Kitty, Chloro (that’s bleach in Portuguese) because he looks like he’s been partly dipped in bleach, just his tail, heels and head and ears survived. Also it rolls off the tongue nicely. He’s lost interest in blogging for the moment, he’s asleep on my his our bed; that’s an issue yet to be decided.

Fried fish for lunch. Battered sole (halibut for our American cousins) fillet with sweet ‘n’ sour sauce, oven-fried crisps and stuffed tomatoes garnished with fresh parsley.

It’s time for a nap. Chloro is about to get shunted to the side of the bed.

Later.

 

*NB: oligochaetes = worms

 

 

Dizzy Lizzy Pills

I need one of these

I seriously need one of these

Despite my having taken the dizzy lizzy pills as prescribed at regular +/- give-or-take intervals, I still have the occasional dizzy lizzy.

Like last night, the final ten minutes of class threatened to send me into an embarrassing collapse in mid-flight. Then again during the night, I woke at 1, something, o’clock and tried to sit up in bed… whoops, wrong thing to do; I fell back in an amoebic-like heap and lay still letting the fan play across my sweating form until I finally fell asleep waking two hours later feeling fine +/-.

My head feels a little thick, okay, thicker than it normally feels! But I think (ouch that hurts) I’ll get through the day; especially as it is a day off.

Today, I attempt a god-like miracle. I will attempt the resurrection of my beloved little saucepan (see yesterday’s post). I haven’t got a fancy rock to roll away, and Mary Magdalene hasn’t stopped by, yet.

I so wanted smoke out of his ears, but couldn't find one

No, Bradley, I will not be calling you Celeste

Bradley Manning has, or at least, wants to be Celeste, the big question is, now that he has been imprisoned for 35 years, will the army let him?

You see, I was right again; the army judge didn’t award him the Medal of Honor which he justifiably deserved.

Obama really has his panties in a twist over these guys.

I bet he’s fuming over Snowden.

I so wanted smoke pouring out of his ears, but couldn’t find one. Google is really so slack.

Fish for lunch, baked, poached, fried, I haven’t decided… yet. Snap decision when I open the fridge. It’s times like these that I really miss my Lixo, he so loved the trimmings of the fish as I prepared it. Gone but not forgotten my little friend.

There has been a suggestion, that the use of nerve gas in Syria, was a deliberate attempt to escalate the situation to armed conflict, in effect a ‘false flag’ situation. These seem to be prevalent wherever America is involved, almost so prevalent as to be totally discarded as a coincidence. It really makes one wonder WTF is going on? And, personally, I find the answer scary!

Think of it like this…

shadyas

The dogs represent our traditional enemies and fears, whereas the cat represents our security… America.

I think that is a brilliant analogy… of course, I would, it’s mine!

Must blog along, much to do today, despite the woolly head.

Later.

 

 

Dull Day

It’s too light to have the light on, and it’s too dark to see the keyboard properly at 9:30am.

washthekeyboard1Who knows, I could be sticking my fingers in something icky; maybe I should wash the keyboard…

Apparently, I have just found out, there are keyboards you can wash; weird.

I have read that some people have crumbs in their keyboards. I make it a point, generally, not to eat at the keyboard. I do, however, drink my coffee at the keyboard, lots of it. There are times that something has tickled my fancy to the point that I guffaw, chortle, titter and that has happened with a mouthful of coffee, so both the keyboard and the screen suffer.

I wonder if I could put the screen in the dishwasher…

Don’t panic! I don’t have one. I wouldn’t have one, I consider that they are one of the most useless time wasters in the house, after coffee makers and microwaves. The world has too many gadgets, we are wasting the world’s resources because we are lazy. If you have these types of gadgets in your house, then you are one of the culprits for the woes of the planet.

beerlikethisI want everyone who reads this post to ‘Like’ this. I want to see if likes really make that much of a difference.

Even if you don’t like it.

I don’t see why you shouldn’t it’s got beer in it.

I am actually trying to combat my big drop in readership, visits, etc since February.

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I found this cool idea to stop people eating your sandwiches at work.

It’s soooo, simple and repulsive, almost guaranteed.

anti-theftsandwiches

See mouldy sandwiches, I’m sure they work a treat.

Fish for lunch, I’m not sure at the moment how I will cook it, maybe fried, maybe poached, or I may just bake it off in the oven. Do mushrooms go with fish? That’s something I have never done, and I have the mushies… I’ll have o work on that.

The sun is out, time to go and play outside….

Later.

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