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Half a Mind

half_a_mind_button-r72ee8ec3c9cf4889ba9915ddc407db02_x7j3i_8byvr_512I was of half a mind last night, should I post, or should I go to bed.

Bed won!

So yesterday was a rare day in which I didn’t post here. Besides there was nothing much to post about. Lunch was fried fish bits and tartare sauce at the botequim, with beer; and I watered the plants.

So I wake to another screwed up Saturday.

I posted some about midnight, and the rest this morning, I’ve got one to go after this and another coffee.

I’ve got the coffee; and a glance at the wall clock tells me I won’t get much more done here as I should put my pants on, behave like a teacher and toddle off.

“I’ll be back!” Those famous words…

Later.

Lead Ballon

leadballoonWell, my attempt at satire yesterday went down like a lead balloon going by the number of ‘Likes’ I got.

Never mind, I’ll move along.

Can’t please all the people all the time. Thanks to those who recognised the satire and ‘Liked’.

Hot stuffy day again, no wind. We were promised rain yesterday, obviously the weather didn’t hear that; not a drop.

I have an hour before my kids are here for their English lesson, and I still have to have lunch. It’s in the oven. Fish fillets poached in milk.

Once the kids get here, I’ll get nothing done. When they go, I’ll have an hour until my first lesson at the course at 4pm. So that’s the day gone. Thursdays have turned into a mucky day.

Political correctness gone too far. Australians are in the stupid box today. A TV programme had to appologise for a ‘sexist’ quiz question; “Name a woman’s job?” That’s NOT sexist. The obvious answer is, “To have babies!” I’d love to see these pc bastards change that.

Share prices continue to slide worldwide, making financial institutions jitter. There’s something about to happen.

Ebola is still in the news, although no new cases are cited outside Africa. WHO is now trying to play down the epidemic. I was surprised to read one report that showed many Americans have no idea that Ebola exists.

[Pause]

Lunch

[unpause]

They say that fish is brain food… didn’t do my inspiration much good.

Just heard on the news that Spain has a new Ebola case; a Nigerian flew there today and is showing all the signs, Now they have another aircraft load of people exposed to the virus through the plane’s ventilation system.

This is pretty much like my Nap-fu practice

This is pretty much like my Nap-fu practice

Well, I suppose I’d better go and remove the washing from the sofa so the kids have somewhere to sit for a lesson. Then I should go and do the dishes so they know that Dad is not a slob. And, I’d better put some pants on…

Later.

Any Port in a Storm

Porto Réccua TawnyIn fact, mine was an Porto Réccua Tawny port

So it wasn’t just any port.

I don’t often drink at home, but sometimes just feel like an evening tipple.

Yesterday was the last day of September, the spring has spung, the grass has riz, I wonder where the birdies is? – often said by my mother.

1st October, a pinch and a punch for the first of the month, as one of my comments reminded me on ysterday’s post.

A pinch and a punch for the first of the month… Where did that come from? We said it often as kids with a literal pinch, and, quite often, a harder than necessary punch to the arm of our victim.

Silver-Snuff-Box-1887

Silver-Snuff-Box-1887

In the olden days, when one visited the house of gentry on the first of the month, one was offered a pinch of snuff and a glass of punch.

So all that physical pain is/was unnecessary.

 A couple of days ago I mentioned the impending launch of Windows 9. The report came from a news item from The Press, a New Zealand newspaper. The report subsequently disappered amid my speculation that it too would fail like its predecessors, Vista, 7 & 8.

It appears as though I was right, yesterday, I read about the launch of Windows 10, no less.

I still maintain my stance that until they return to XP, nothing will ever be comparable. I am but a humble user, why can’t these high salaried CEOs and shit see what I see?

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This is how I see Windows Vista, 7 & 8

Windows versions since XP are like bullshit PC repairs; covered in duct tape trying to hold together.

Each new version people get sucked in, “this time we’ve got it right.” And, they haven’t.

China for example has refused to install any version other than XP in government PCs and Laptops. If the Chinese see it that way, there must be something to it.

Windows 10 will be no better.

On-line dating. What a load of codswallop. I would/have never contemplate resorting to the internet for the purposes of finding a partner. If I can’t find one in the real world, then I’d prefer to give up. Even before the advent of the internet, dating agencies, to me, were just a crock o’ shit.

Ebola! Everybody poo pooed the idea of ebola reaching the US, or anywhere outside Africa. The first case has appeared in Texas. A man returning from Liberia, began to suffer the symptoms; two days later he sought help, it was then a further two days before he was interned. Four days… how many people did he infect in those four days? Well find out soon enough. Deaths have risen above the 3,000 mark in Africa, it is spreading further and faster.

The day is dull and cool. The weatherman got it wrong again for yesterday; it didn’t reach the expected high and we got a little rain in the evening, right when I left home for work. It was gone by the time I returned.

Day off today, plenty of time at the wheel. Posts are planned, as is Nap-fu practice.

Lunch will be rump steak schnitzel, with whatever I feel like doing at the time. I am thinking mashed parsley potatoes, and mustard sauce… and a beverage. I think it would have to be something classier than beer.

New record, a recent post Muggy clicked over to 22 likes, and there was no sex involved. It was about my underpants, Japanese whaling and Scots independence… go figure.

I must blog along. This is four down, five to go.

Later.

Bun in the Oven

Bun in the Oven

Bun in the Oven

Well, it’s not actually a ‘bun’.

I know what you are all thinking… “Silly old duffer has done it again!” No. 14 on the way.

I have sole fillets poaching… Lunch.

Bousous Weblog has just been having a field day in my blogs and spread ‘Likes’ around like crazy. All appreciated of course, especially as it’s taken another post to the dizzying heights of 21 Likes. Go and check his blog out, very funny. Most in French, but the humour is not lost.

The smell of lemon zest is wafting through the house, *Mouth waters*

My shrimp omelettes yesterday were delish.

Shrimp omelettes for breakfast

Shrimp omelettes for breakfast

Expensive, but delish.

There’s not a lot happening today. Yesterday, I escaped unscathed for a Monday.

It was decided by two votes to nothing that my beautiful tree in the park is an acacia. Thank you for that. I had never knowingly met an acacia before.

The Australians have killed a knife weilding terrorist suspect. Abbott idiot can go back to sleep again. Some guy in India jumped into the moat around a tiger enclosure; another idiot. The tiger assumed it was lunchtime. ‘Crucial’ climate talks begin in US, lot of hot air, can only add to our problems until they start talking seriously. There’s a row in Ecuador as to where the stuffed tortoise from the Galapagos Islands should come to rest; Quito or be returned to the Galapagos. You see there are some really important issues at stake.

The news was interupted by…. Lunch.

A gay mosque opened in Cape Town last week was closed because it didn’t have any parking spaces….  China has been selling tools for torture. Apprently, Queen Elizabeth purrs, according to the prime minister when she heard the news of the Scots independence vote. I wonder if she likes a good tummy rub too?

Now to tie of, we all enjoy a good Gregorian Chant…

I found this on Lenny Says yesterday.

Enjoy.

A chant for every mother that’s ever been.

Later

No Chunky Bits

firstgoesmemoryI had three titles for today’s post, I forget what the other two were now, which is why you got this one.

I didn’t have dinner last night. So I woke this morning with the worms gnawing and they needed instant gratification.

First, two bits of toast with requeijão (cream cheese); then two bits of toast with geleia da laranja (marmalade). That’s where the problem was. I bought a new brand of marmalade in the interests of economy, a larger jar at less price. Sometimes it just doesn’t pay to be thrifty. This marmalade was the consistancy of honey, no chunky bits of peel, and bugger all flavour. In fact it was more like syrup. I now have to wait twice as long before I get real marmalade again.

I am still waiting for my techy bloke to come with a standby standby monitor. No that’s not a repeat, I am using a standby monitor, and I need a standby for it.

I also need more coffee.

The cold snap finished overnight. The day is sunny, but not yet warm. It won’t reach Monday’s 39, but is forecast to be over 31. I should water the plants as the rain we got was pathetically little.

The new R$2 note, nearly a dollar's worth

The new R$2 note, nearly a dollar’s worth

Another day, another dollar, as the saying goes, I begin my three day stint of classes. Which tonight means that I will miss a vital episode of the novela (soap opera), things are coming to a crunch. It’s not something that I’ll cry about, the missing, not the crunch…  Beer money is more important.

I also have my daughters coming over for a freebie English lesson after school. I have to print off their lesson yet…

Bugger, the net is down again. It has already happened once this morning…

There, it’s back again. Moving right along…

Australia has had some threats from IS to stage a public beheading of a random Australian. Apparently, they have quite a few sympathisers there of IS. The idea would shake Australians to the core. So far away from the action, and it comes home to roost. They have made some arrests connected with the threat. I find the whole issue of IS quite reprehensible. In Britain, 100 Imams have published a letter to IS for clemency of another British aid worker threatened with beheading. They say that a man who gives aid for suffering should be revered and not killed.

Ebola is becoming frightening. The US is ready to take drastic action against those suspected of the virus within US borders, including forceful innoculation and detention.

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Pork steaks… nom nom nom

Lunch today will be a little fancier than yesterday. I have three lovely fatty pork leg steaks to pund and make pork schnitzel. Probably have one for lunch, one for dinner, and one for tomorrow.

After this post, I might go for an amble about the park. I really need to get more exercise, by then it will be Nap-fu practice until the girls arrive.

Later.

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Botejão

Botejão

Yes, I nearly was…

The gas bottle ran out this morning, fortunately not while I was making coffee, but rather heating water to softening some plastic hose to join for the garden. If it had failed while making coffee, that would have been an unmitigated disaster.

I had to change the gas before lunch… which is on the go. Had trouble sealing the new gas bottle, can you imagine the bang of 13kgs of gas?

Me neither, and I don’t particularly want to find out!

*Pause*

Lunch and beer o’clock…

Lunch curried beef on rice. Enough left over to make curry rolls tomorrow.

Reading  new blog from an older blogger today. I had to laugh.

List of things to do:

4. Sex in German – ja, ja, oh mein Gott, schneller, schneller, ja, ja, das ist ausgezeichnet… what a sexy language.

5. Learning German so that I can understand what’s going on during the sex.

She was Expat Eye on Latvia, but now Expat Eye on Germany.

General Toyplasma Gondii

General Toxyplasma Gondii

A while ago I wrote about Toxoplasma gondii, it’s a bacteria that many people have caught from cats, up to 60% of the population. Turns out that this bacteria loves to eat cancer cells.

Oh, I hope I’ve got this bacteria.

Looks like we should all be wallowing in the kitty litter… better than chemotherapy, and much cheaper.

Not sure if many of you know, that some of the memes that I post, particularly on this blog, are my own work. Or is it that bad you can tell?

I see an idea and get an urge to open CorelDraw and make my own idea, or interpretation.

For me they are fun. To poke fun at anyone and anything is the spice of life.

Now that I have washed the dishes, cooked, eaten and has ome beer, I feel an intense urge for some Nap-fu practice.

It’s Sunday, after all. Football in one hour fifty minutes… yes, Nap-fu should kill that easily.

Later.

Another Victim

One of my lst Clorinha photos taken in the praça just the week before her demise

One of my lst Clorinha photos taken in the praça just the week before her demise

As most of you know, I lost my Clorinha, and the neighbours lost their cat in two seperate instances just 15 minutes apart. They were run over in front of the botequim.

I observed at the time, how long before a child meets the same fate?

Now our little stretch of road has been asphalted, before it was patchy with cobblestones and patched potholes. Now it looks lovely.

The problem is that before it was a natural barrier, and traffic was mainly careful, although a few idiots drove through like a bat out of hell.

Now, everyone thinks he is a Formula One driver, a few don’t, but the speed of passing cars has increased creating a danger for the kids crossing without looking as they often run from the beco (alley) beside the botequim straight acoss the road to the praça.

This morning we had our first fatality!

Oh no! It wasn’t a child… this time.

I opened the gate to find…

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A dead football

A football had met its maker. It was there, outside my gate, with its guts spilled across the apshalt. So sad.

I hope I never see the worst scenario. It would break my heart. Because despite being a velho caduco (grumpy old man) I know all the neighbourhood kids, I know their names, I know their parents.

I have been misled.

For years I was under the impression that the shelf under my PC desk was for kittens.

My cat shelf

My cat shelf

Now someone tells me that it was for computer things like an isolating transformer. How stupid? It was perfect for Hello Kitty’s kittens to keep me comany.

After my first screwed up Saturday, I came home exhausted. I had to pass the botequim before I got to my gate and my GPS wasn’t working. I found myself doing an unscheduled left turn and sat at a table with a beer in front of me. No idea how it got there, but it was wonderful.

Then I went home for Nap-fu and woke to the news that my football (soccer) team, Flamengo, had lost to Gremio 0-1.

I am rather disturbed… okay, more than normal. A comet is due to pass by the Earth tonight/today/sometime at a distance of 40,000 miles. Now that’s a fairly safe distance, close but not close enough to cause grave concerns.

What concerns me is that despite all the technology available today, is that they only discovered this damned thing on 31st August! A mere week ago! Where the hell does that leave us, if in fact it was headed directly for Earth? Right up the creek for survival chances and no freakin’ paddle.

Admittedly it’s not a very big comet, just the size of a house; but something that big travelling at astronomical speeds can punch the planet pretty hard, hard enough to make our sphincters temble.

c480x270_25Furthermore, they didn’t break the news until today, we wouldn’t have even had enough time to kiss our collective arses ‘good bye’! Not even a measely road sign…

For the best view of the end of the world you would have had to be in my native New Zealand.

If I had known, I wouldn’t have got the massive pork chop out of the freezer this morning… what a waste that could have been.

One oink chop

One oink chop, just look at the size of it.

That’s my lunch today, BBQed smeared with chimichurri and BBQed potatoes, black beans and rice. There will be some dead Argentine Ugni Blanc grape juice to go with it. They grapes were sacrificed in 2012.

Sunday is such a lovely day for debauchery.

The time is moving along, it’s now after noon, time to light the BBQ and steel myself for the gluttony feast ahead.

Later.

 

Crash! Bang!

I rush to the kitchen to find  the tortoiseshell cat from next door has half my lunch on the floor. A whole flounder fillet. I’ts a good thing the floor was clean after yesterday’s defrost.

Homemade chimichurri

Homemade chimichurri

I was not amused.

Yesterday’s fridge defrost took 13 hours, then the fridge decided it didn’t want to fridge. The freezer was fine. It was this morning I discovered that the thermostat dial didn’t like full on.

My chimichurri is shimmying.

Made it this morning. It’s quite easy. Lots of parsley, a dried (home grown) cayenne pepper, some white wine vinegar (should be red, but I didn’t have any), oregano, garlic, freshly ground black pepper, some rock salt and olive oil. Into the blender and away we go!

I use cayenne pepper instead of capsicum because I like a bit of a bite to it.

Put it in a jar, take an arty-farty photo and put it in the fridge until Friday.

Tick off one more item of preps before BBQ day.

Yesterday marked 23 years since I left home for Europe, got as far as a Rio de Janeiro stopover and never got to Europe.

No regrets that I missed Europe, after South America, it would have been boring.

I have travelled all over except Colombia and Venezuela. If you want to read some of my adventures, put “Sunday Travel Tales” in the search box at the top of the page.

Today marks the 39th birthday of my eldest daughter, a reminder that I’m not getting any younger.

UZI

A Uzi is not an age-appropriet fireaem for a child

Tragedy on a shooting range, a nine-year-old girl shoots her instructor with a Uzi SMG. This is crazy. The instructor was insane to let a girl, or boy for that matter, of that age use an SMG. As a firearms safety and range instructor for two decades range I have no problem with teaching kids to shoot, but with age-appropriate firearms, and some sessions of pre-range instruction before hand before ever putting live rounds in a gun.

A nine-year-old should be teethed on an airgun, a compressed air rifle, then progress to .22 rimfire. This is the way we did it with cadets, although they were trained on .22s they were also 13+ years old. Once they had proved proficient, they then progress to .303s then in later years 7.62s. The idea of putting an SMG of any type in the hands of such a young person is a recipe for disaster.

I read a poem yesterday. I thought I had saved the link, but not. It was about fire. It made me wonder about the human race. Why do we need to kill and use fire as a sacrifice? Even the Catholic church still uses burning incense today. Are we really civilised? Is it because fire is the most visiblely frightening of the four elements?

Change in temps today. Started off at 5:30am with a lovely sunny beginning, then after Nap-fu practice, I woke to clouds, a dark room and a fine mist.

It’s noon.

I might actually have lunch at lunchtime today. Poached flounder fillets on whole rice and a white parsley sauce. *Looks at wine rack*

Make that a white wine parsley sauce… then horror of horrors, I’ll have to drink the rest of the bottle. Shame.

A lunching I will go.

Later.

 

 

Machinations

Mental Machinations

Mental Machinations

This is roughly what goes on in my mind when posting on my blogs.

It’s all terribly confusing.

Somewhere in there is a cog called normal, it’s a bit like the spleen; doesn’t do much.

I’ve been up since six, managed three coffees and three posts in 3½ hours and not much else, I think the cogs need lubricating.

Or maybe I need Nap-fu practice. It’s about that time.

I made a wonderful lunch yesterday. I was going to take a photo to make you drool all over your keyboard; but I was hungry and ate it instead. Crumbed sole fillets, boiled potatoes, cauliflower with grated cheese and a cracked white pepper sauce over the fish.

Yesterday I mentioned normal. I found the answer.

whatisnormal

I checked…

normaldial

She’s right! Normal Dry.

Well, that’s one thing I don’t need to worry about; I don’t have a drier.

My jubilation over getting my 1,000th Twitter followers was short lived, last night the count had dipped to 997, but it’s gaining again, 998. Erratic just like the stock market.

iteuroItaly’s in the poo again.

Economy shrinking.

Further proof that there isn’t any recovery.

The Euro was a mistake.

Headline news: Chain Saw Massacre actress dies, wow! I don’t even know who she was…

Now that Israel has packed up its play things The world must really look at their illegal blockade of Gaza. Gaza needs to be rebuilt, but Israel bans building materials… what are they? Freakin’ sadists? Egypt is being sued (today’s news) in the African Court for supporting the illegal blockade. I hope it is successful.

The rain has stopped, the sun is out, one should be outside enjoying life… Bugger that, normal people do that. I’m having a nap. Then I am going to repeat yesterday’s lunch theme, cabbage instead of cauliflower.

Later.

 

I have weinered the schnitzel

Bordeaux for lunch

Bordeaux for lunch

Yes, today, weinerschnitzel; all crumbed and ready to go. Boiled potatoes and buttered peas and cauliflower cheese on the side. French Bordeaux in the fridge… Oh, I know how to do it on a Sunday.

Another sunny day, not brightly so, but there is sun. The night was bitterly cold and I woke several times, I really need my Nap-fu skills today.

I also really need more coffee… BRB

I have picked the chili peppers from the bush by the kitchen door, enough for a jar full. Later I will wash them and when dry bottle them with olive oil.

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1,000 posts

A nice surprise.

My blog Nether Region of the Earth III has reached  1,000 posts. NROTE is my daily general humour blog. Hop across and have a Sunday giggle; and don’t forget the ‘Like’ button, it helps the algorithms spread the word or something.

The new pizza place opened last night. I had their first pizza for dinner last night.

Now I have two leftover half pizzas in the fridge. Guess what’s for dinner tonight?

 

You all know my penchant for wine, I have found the perfect wine glass…

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There, isn’t that a beauty?

I have found a way out of the labyrinth…

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Now it’s nap o’clock,

Later.

 

 

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