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Such a Bohemian

Yes, I tend to shun convention.

Take this for example. Yesterday’s lunch; absolute debauchery.

Boned T-bone on the grill

Boned T-bone on the grill

A full inch thick juicy steak.

Onion and mushroom gravy

Onion and mushroom gravy

And once it was on the plate…

The end product

The end product

Served with boiled potatoes and parsley butter.

I eat like this and I am losing weight. What a wonderful diet.

People are scared of food. Food makes you fat! That’s bullshit. It’s the type of food that makes you fat, not real food.

Lard and dripping for cooking

Lard and dripping for cooking

Steak with the fat still on, butter and not margarine. The onions were fried off in lard, not oil, not vege fat. No processed foods, although the mushrooms were dehydrated shiitake, reconstituted in white wine. If you shy away from processed foods, ie anything you buy in the supermarket and make your food from scratch at home using only natural ingredients, you’ll lose weight.

All pure poison

All pure poison

The first thing you need to get out of your life is any form of soft drink or soda and processed fruit juice.

I drink only sparkling mineral water and juice my own fruit.

I also drink beer, but not all beers. There are some beers now that are being made with GM corn like Budweiser and Newcastle and I believe Itaipava here in Brazil.

I wouldn’t touch GM products, I don’t trust them. Politicians (not scientists) say they’re safe; politicians have a habit of lying, that’s a good enough reason for me.

The key to being overweight is, generally, laziness.

I am not the most slender person around, but I have a double handicap. I use a walking stick to get around, it’s not easy to go jogging with a walking stick, it usually wins. My lifestyle, therefore is largely sedentary, so I must control my size with what I eat and drink.

My biggest enemy is bread. I love bread. Whole wheat bread, brown bread, just don’t do it; it has to be good old white bread, lovely fluffy white bread.

It’s just after 7am, I’m awake because my neighbour, who uses my carport, locked the gate key in the car. I’m not awake by choice.

Clear sky, another sunny day ahead, should reach into the 30ºCs, with no classes, it will be a day of beer and football. Yesterday was just football, I’d had enough beer for the Brazilian game on Saturday.

I might be naïve. Yes, even at my age. I had no idea that world cup players got ‘bonuses’, ie paid. I find that disgusting. I thought the world cup was about patriotism, playing for one’s country. But these rows over bonuses have left a sour taste. Especially on TV team members were shown sniffing wads of money.

Lunch today, pork schnitzel. The butcher had sliced some rump chops too thinly, so I got three pieces, hammer them out and whallah! Schnitzel. Reheat the leftover gravy and I’ll probably mash the potatoes today.

Britain is short of sperm… Well, I never. Venezuela is short of toilet paper, that I can understand, but being short of sperm takes the cake. How can they be short of sperm? That’s just bad planning. They’ve got a public (private) school system with virile youth masturbating their socks off… Think outside the box, stop pretending teenagers don’t do it; you’ll never be short again 🙂

Netscape-Logo-psd5816Last night I was flummoxed. I can usually solve my own problems, even here at the PC. But last night I managed to get FireFox into full screen mode, and I couldn’t get out of it. I couldn’t even use it to google why and how. I had to wind up Netscape to do the googling… The answer was there. Problem solved.

Netscape may be old, but it is still good. Netscape was the best browser ever, should never have been discontinued.

Yesterday morning while making the coffee, for some strange reason, I was transported to the past, back before I was married. I was the nightshift supervisor for a Bird’s Eye processing plant, some of our roustabouts were pretty tough types, bike gang members; hard guys to win over. The girl’s supervisor was a buxom lady in her 30s. One of the bikers had a wicked sense of humour, and used to come out with some gems. Like, “May, you remind me of a spanner (wrench)!” Whereupon enquiry, he answered, “Everytime I think about you, my nuts tighten.”

Why I thought of that, I have no idea, just a flash from the past.

BP is whingeing again. This time it wants some billions in compensation returned with interest. Sorry, but you need to pay more. There is no compensation for what you did to the gulf and you should bleed over it forever.

The sun is up. I feel like a vampire and need a nap to escape the withering sun.

Later.

 

 

This Time I have Really Done It

Never before have I let fourdays go without a post.

I really feel as though I have abandoned my poor neglected blog.

This week, like last week, has been chaotic workwise, with split days and students changing their hours. As I said o my mother last Saturday when she rang. “I don’t know whether I am Arthur or Martha.” That was one of her favourite sayings when we were kids. She replied that she was “surprised that at sixty I hadn’t figured that out”; my mother can excel herself sometimes and at nearly 88 has a naughty sense of humour.

However, I can assure you, that I have figured out that dilemma, despite the fact that many people don’t in their lifetimes and as a result lead miserable existences; one would not use the term life here.

I just had a turn. I wrote ‘humor’ instead of ‘humour’ in the above paragraph. I am sorely shocked and thoroughly dismayed. American English has got me. I am showing signs of this malady in my dotage. Is there no hope that this cancer will regress? That my life will be spared this ignominious fate. I must admit that I do use ‘humor’ as a #tag on Twitter, because it gets more results. My mother always said, when I was young, “if I pulled enough faces the wind would change and I would stay like that.” Maybe there is some truth in these old sayings.

The chaos in my world will continue until until New Year. It’s a bad time of the year for English teachers; we suffer for our love of the language. You can’t have love without suffering.

I am late at the keyboard today. I stayed up late last night. It was my opportunity to see Twilight.

Yes, the movie. The one that caused girls’ hearts to flutter.

You see I am not one to rush out and pay a fortune to see the latest films; that’s a fools game.

Now, having seen it, I am glad I didn’t.

I wasn’t impressed, really. Oh, don’t get me wrong, it was a different type of vampire movie and a nice love story combined with the horror genre.

But I certainly don’t consider it one of ‘the’ great movies.

Christopher Lee as Count Dracula

Lycanthropy, I discovered lycanthropy at the age of 13. Yes, that was when I read Bram Stoker’s 1897 novel Dracula.

I became immersed in the world of vampires and werewolves and learned a lot about them. The first Dracula movie I saw was the 1972(?) version with Christopher Lee which will always remain the image and nature of the beast, at least to me.

I traced Dracula’s travels from the Transylvanian Alps to England on a large scale map, I think I was even able to locate within an area where his castle should/would have been.

Vlad Tepes

I have since learned that the book and subsequent films, of which there have been many starting in the days of Bela Lugosi, that actually slandered the the first heroic politician of Romania, Vlad Tepes.

Historic Note:

Fifteenth century Wallachian prince Vlad Tepes is credited with being Dracula, the vampire-count featured in the classic horror story Dracula (1897) written by novelist Bram Stroker. Romanians make no association between the vampire and the historical figure of prince Vlad III, known in his homeland as Vlad Tepes (Vlad the Impaler), prince of Wallachia three times, in 1448, 1456-1462 and 1475. Vlad was known beyond Wallachia’s borders as a feared fighter against the Turks and a ruthless ruler. Notorious for his brutal punishment methods, he gained the name Tepes (impaler) after his favourite form of punishing his enemies – impaling on a wooden stake. The offenders would have to die in agony. Impaling was not unique in Europe. Tepes first cousin, Stephen the Great, is said to have impaled over 2300 Turkish prisoners in 1473.

Source: About Romania

As I result of my late night excess, my eyes feel as though they have rusted. Coffee is not doing its bit this morning.

Later.

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