Tag Archive: hotdogs


What a Come Down

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

Well, fallen, no, sunk so low perhaps.

From the rich debaucheries of the weekend BBQ, to this…

Hotdogs

Hotdogs

But, I am going up-market. They’re going to be battered and deep fried and dipped in ketchup. They will be eaten accompanied by a Chilean Merlot. I will also make some fried onion rings, so that I don’t seem like such a peasant at the bar. One has to share.

My phone hasn’t beeped. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and I guess that nothing will be done. Next week there is only Monday and Tuesday, so nothing may get done until the following week. I’m not ringing the lawyer, I’m paying him enough, he can bloody well ring me.

Life goes on…

The moment we have all waited for has arrived. Christmas is here. While I don’t specifically do Christmas, I will take a moment to wish all my visitors, followers and party faithful a…

greenxmasI chose green to get away from the ubiquitous Coca-Cola red. I hate the way coke has highjacked Christmas. I cringe when I see coke ads on TV. I have just one thought in mind…

Coca-Cola makes you fat

Coca-Cola makes you fat

What have I done this morning?

Dishes, not all, don’t want to scare the kitchen. I have mixed mortar and helped lay some bricks. I have had a bottle of beer. I have cleared my conscience and paid my bill at the botequim, much easier than going to confession.

The Guardian has gone back to its old format… So they’re back in my good books; for the moment. I fear that the new format will come and that they were just experimenting.

No silly box today, its too near Christmas, for the same reason no sad news from around the world.

Joe Cocker died. I was never actually enamoured by the singer, but appreciate that a great many people were. R.I.P.

Must get back to the kitchen.

Later.

Voices in my Head

Voices telling me to do the things I didn't do yesterday

Voices telling me to do the things I didn’t do yesterday

I have been having problems with this old monitor. The screen has narrowed and now the brightness is disappearing. So I have been chasing up my techy type to get a rattle on and get my old LCD monitor back and going.

So I haven’t had the time to get this post out.

Oh, the Kick Ass virus that the students said they got from my lappy at work; turns out it is a virus that has infected their PCs at work, and not me after all.

That’s good news; at least my lappy isn’t infected.

I managed to get my List of Things to do Yesterday done today.

So I consider the day a success.

I had this many

I had this many

I had a fabulous lunch today… Hotdogs.

Okay, not so fabulous, but quick and easy.

Of course, I had Nap-fu practice afterwards; then a stroll around the park and stopped at the botequim to watch an Arsenal game.

And here I am. Hardly an exciting day.

I read that US waistlines have increased an inch in the last decade, wonderful.

Further reading was rather revealing. All those sweeteners we consume (well, not me if I can avoid them) to lose weight… well, it appears they do exactly the opposite. Saccharin, Aspartame and Sucrulose all effect the bacteria in the gut and increase blood sugar levels.

Now we have to get all the manufacturers to stop using them. Haha, fat chance! (pun intended)

The Colombian cycling team is in the news.

The new unifroms make it seem like they are naked from the waist down - Imgae BBC or Guardian, I can't remember

The new unifroms make it seem like they are naked from the waist down – Image BBC or Guardian, I can’t remember

They have been called scandalous and an affront to decency. Personally, I think it’s a hoot. There are some dull dreary people around.

That’s about the lot for today. I must get on to my mail box.

Later.

Wine Pairing Conundrum

BBQ hotdogs

BBQ hotdogs

I have four hotdogs in the fridge for lunch.

How do I cook them, and what wine do you serve with hotdogs and ketchup?

Or is that being too much of a peasant?

I am thinking of BBQing them to add an air of respectability, made even more respectable by wrapping them in bacon. Ah, bacon… the duct tape of cuisine.

But there still remains the question of what wine do I open?

The taxing decisions one must make on a Sunday…

So much for a day of rest.

Door knockers

Door knockers

Bloody pedlars of religion! Yes, on a Sunday, shouldn’t they be in church and not knocking on my gate ruining my inspiration?

Now, where was I?

I hate door knockers!

My 1,002 Twitter followers was short lived, and getting shorter… 998/997/998/996.

I have noticed recently when visiting new blogs that some are so complicated.

Really, you need a GPS to navigate some.

I just click and get out of there, can’t be bothered, even if some of the content appears good; the complications detract.

I try to keep my blogs simple, classy but simple to navigate, just a couple of pages and the main blog with a side column.  Some blogs have a plethora of pages with titles so long they could be a book in their own right; why?

600px-Firefox_logo.svgI hate this new FireFox! Ever since they moved the navigation and favourites bars it has become a nightmare.

Another complication issue.

If it’s working okay, don’t freakin’ well fix it.

Headline news: Some boxing celeb, Malone,  has changed sex; he’s now a she. I hope he/she is happy now.

But do we really need to know this?

I feel a Nap-fu coming on…

My Nap-unfued…

And I am no further ahead with something to write.

I had hoped that there would be a BBQ at the botequim, which would have made it not necessary to light my own for lunch. As the sky has clouded over during my Nap-fu, I am debating the issue in my head. Forget about lunch and just have the wine…

It’s Sunday, after all, who cares?

Before I go, I’ll leave you with this thought. As an English teacher I was amused, it tickled my fancy; I do like my fancy tickled occasionally.

longestsentence

Later.

 

 

Deleted – Defeated

I have been deleting video clips of my floor.

I tried, I truly did, to get a little film of Clorinha doing her mad dash through the room, under the chair, on to the box, on to the shelf, on to the other box, out of the window and on to the stove in the carport. But I failed. Each time I was left with the camera still pointing at an empty space on the floor and she was already outside.

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Clorinha playing after her victory

I have been defeated by a small furry feline.

It’s the same when I try to get a video of Destructocat trying to demolish my passion fruit vines. I go to get the camera and when I get back she just sits there like a film star… looking pretty.

It’s Monday, my day has already been ruined.

I went to bed earlier than early last night. Early is between 9pm and 10pm; earlier than early, is before 9pm. I was woken twice by strange noises outside. Probably noises that I hear every night when the praça is alive and don’t even notice when I am awake, but they sound deadly when I am asleep. So I was up again just after 11, writing a post after having been inspiraficated in my sleep. Then I ran out of steam and went back to bed, hoping for more insprification. Instead, I went to sleep until the neighbour got his car out. Once he had gone, I died again. Now it is 10am and I am running late. I never did finish that post, I saved it and began my normal blogging routine. This is No. 3 this morning and all on one cup of coffee.

comments-iconA comment two posts back surprised me: “I try not to miss one episode of your TV drama life!”

To which I replied: “I have never considered my life as a TV drama, for me it’s far too mundane. But I thank you.”

Wow, my life is like a TV drama. I never thought of it that way before. I’ve always considered it just living, maybe a bit eclectically, maybe a touch of the exotic living here in Brazil, tinged with madness and the unexpected, along with a lot of coffee and weird tastes. I sit here each day surrounded by my wine and the conglomeration that I call home, posting and being attacked by a demented kitten, and somebody finds that exciting.

It’s nice to know that my efforts are not wasted.

I am a niche market.

I have an urge. I didn’t really have dinner last night. A fact that my stomach keeps reminding me of. I feel like hotdogs in a homemade tomato sauce on toast. By the time I finish this post, I’ll do it. Then, it’ll be lunch time and I can kill two birds with one stone.

The Pope has blamed the Syrian conflict on arms manufacturers. Indirectly, I guess he means the USA and Russia.

He also slid sneakily into the West Bank without going through Israel acknowledging that Palestine exists. I wonder if he can do the impossible and break the impasse between Palestine and Israel. While I am not a Catholic and think the Papacy should be dismantled, I like this Pope. He has done more for humanity than all previous popes put together.

American Congress is going to revisit gun control. Here we go again, barking up the wrong tree. Try looking at the root of the problem; mental health and the drugs pushed by BigPharma. Until you get to the root of the problem, you’ll have mass shootings like California this week.

I have run out of steam again.

Time for hotdogs.

Later.

 

I don’t have a small dongle

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Google’s small dongle

Apparently Google does.

It’s a Chromcast thingy that you plug into your TV and gives you all sorts of wonderful thingies.

I bet it also gives Google all sorts of information about your viewing habits too, so they can direct appropriate advertisers in your direction.

I wouldn’t trust them an inch.

Remember, you are not the customer; you and your information are just their bait. The advertisers are the customers, you are just grist for their mill.

Since yesterday’s post I can’t get that song “Just another day in paradise” out of my head, it keeps playing through my subconscious at the oddest of moments.

Today is also, “Just another hot day in paradise”. They promised it would be cooler than yesterday, but I think not. They also promised rain in the late afternoon, let’s see.

bugle_bogus_wIt’s too hot to be blogging, although I have done my lot today, this is the past post of the day… Sounds of a battered old bugle far off in the imaginary distance.

I should be brief, so that I can anticipate beer o’clock.

So far today, apart from blogging, I have…

Coffeed

Watered (both me and the plants)

Napped

Thought about lunch, which has yet to materialise. But it will be quick and easy and involved salsicha (hotdogs again).

Salsicha

Yesterday, I had them fried in batter. Yes, I know that’s not good for the waistline, but it’s soul food, comfort food. You see deep fried battered hotdogs were sold at every fair when I was a kid, the taste is so nostalgic.

The beer truck has arrived, so has the need for haste.

Yesterday, I cooked four, but only managed three. The last was a bit of a burnt offering, so it finished up in the kitchen rubbish.

This morning the ragdoll cat from next door was in, tipped over the rubbish tin and ate the whole thing in the middle of the kitchen floor while I was blogging. I know he ate it there because of the grease spot. He treats my place is like some kind of restaurant.

Mine had no squirrel attached

Mine had no squirrel attached

The orange truck passed by this morning. No oranges. But he did have pineapples, 4 for R$5 (that’s about $2.20).

“No squirrel attached” was actually going to be the title of this post, but I felt that a small dongle had more appeal.

Important news, Flappy Bird is coming back!

Isn’t that exciting? <—- rhetorical question It was headline news today both in BBC and The Guardian.

Flappy-Bird-4I had no idea what a Flappy Bird was, I had to google it.

I am beside myself with excitement, I nearly wet my plants… again.

I am sure the world can live without Flappy Bird. Oh the inanity is mind-boggling. It is a game, for those of you lucky enough never to have heard of it, for an iPad where you have to keep tapping your screen to keep the bloody thing flapping.

More news on the Snowden front. You may/may not recall that he said all the big names, Yahoo, Apple, Google, Microsoft, Facebook and AOL knew about Prism, the US internet spying all the time; which they were all very quick to deny and sent them all spiraling into damage control mode. Turns out that a lawyer for NSA has told some investigating committee yesterday that they all knew, every sordid detail. Not only that but they cooperated fully with them.

Pack of lying bastards! They are all tarred with the same brush.

Nothing is safe nor sacrosanct in this world anymore.

The tinkling of beer bottles in their crates is getting to me…

Later.

 

Caesus Fanaticus

Caesus Fanaticus

Caesus Fanaticus

I think that is a wonderful phrase… for a cheese fanatic. Unfortunately it’s not original and already taken by another tweeter.

I am a caesus fanaticus, I think I must have been a mouse somewhere in a past lifetime.

It’s amazing how some weeks just go so fast, while others seem so slow.

I have noticed a pattern, it coincides with my newly adopted habit of ‘beefless’ weeks; the first and third full week of the month.

The beefy weeks fly by, whereas the beefless ones do not.

I am, therefore, firmly convinced that time is controlled by food rather than some space/time continuum. Not so sure that The Time Lord Dr Who would agree, but then he’s merely a scientist; what would he know.

I have discovered a remedy. Actually, I found it on another blog, Concerning the matter of my downward spiralling blogs hits. Mix&MatchMeme did it actually. I have thereby awarded myself this…

notgoodenough1

There, WordPress won’t do it, so I have. I tried to claim the award twice, because some of my blogs have been ignored for more than two years.

The headlines astound me. Some actor from The Waltons has died; and much more important, some idiot ate 69 hotdogs.

The media is really failing us, when they consider such things as ‘headline’ news. More like headcase news. Surely there must have been something of more importance. The mainstream media have become experts at turning a blind eye to matters that concern people, matters of national importance. Like jailing Wall Streeters and bankers… LOL Like that’ll ever happen.

69 hotdogs… I just can’t get such important news out of my head. I suppose it is of concern, starving children in Africa who would give their right arm to smell just one hotdog; and this fool scoffs 69 of the bloody things in the midst of a global food shortage. Awesome!

Getting on to work time…

Must toddle off.

Later.

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