Dude, I couldn’t find a picture of a white chocolate milkshake. I think this cow ate them all. Fucker.
I was having a totally un-productive day today, I really was. Then my house-mate woke up, or came home or fell downstairs or whatever and suddenly things are being done. In the space of an hour I’d put up a mirror, and a neat little bar to hang kitchen utensils off, and thrown away almost all the contents of the cupboard under the stairs. I totally washed a bucket of water down each of the open drain-holes (they’ve started to smell) too, cleaned the grill and even cooked myself a beef stir-fry (teryaki sauce, I keep forgetting I don’t like the smell).
For those of you who don’t come here to read the minutae of my day, my point is this: how come I feel so productive after 60 minutes getting stuff done, when I’ve been up since 10am and achieved precisely nothing until just now?
Other questions that are bothering me:
Is it shallow and demanding to only find intelligent, witty and charming people attractive? What about those poor pretty people with nary a thought in their gorgeous heads?
How best to fulfil my vision when my life-goals consist entirely of comsuming thick white chocolate milkshakes? A lot is implied here, mind you. Like, having somewhere warm and dry to sleep inbetween drinking milkshakes, so that I don’t get a cold and have to lay off the milkshakes for a while. And you know, having money to buy milkshakes with. And I guess I’d need more money to buy clothes and personal hygene apparel, so they don’t turn me away from the milkshake shop for looking like a bum. And I’d probably have to spend some of it on other food, because if I get sick from drinking too many milkshakes then I won’t be able to drink milkshakes until I’m better. It’s important to understand: all of this is ancillary to the milkshakes.
It’s time to take stock of my life, and see what is costing me time, effort and money while not contributing in some way to my enjoyment of delicious milkshakes.
What have you got to say for yourselves about this, hm?
Your mother and I are very disappointed: we thought we’d raised you better than to be paniky, ignorant herd-animals.
Now, go to your room and come downstairs when you’ve thought about what you did.
To be clear:
- there are snakes
- they are on the plane
- much like Vinnie Jones in X3, he says that line
I’m not really sure how much more you need to know about this movie.
Oh, there’s a fuckton of gratuitious, high-quality T&A. And it’s actually a very good film. Better than anyone expected, for sure. It also follows the most important rules of the horror movie genre: namely that if you have sex, get high, get drunk or are otherwise a Bad Person, you’re fucked.
I took Professor Wafflesworth to the vet this morning, partially just to hear the vet call her name for the appointment, but also to find out if she had been spayed (and if not, to have it done right then and there!). Only, the vet found a RFID tag in her, and her entry in the Big Old Database O’ Cats said she had an owner already.
Imagine, if you are of a sturdy disposition and hardy nature, my dismay!
But then, reprieve! Despite an abscence of a scant eight weeks her so-called “owner” had already replaced her in his home and in his heart. Thanks to a technicality on his lease saying he can’t have more than one cat (a likely story!) we get to keep her.
I promise, this is the last time I blog about my cat. That is, until she sits still long enough for me to put something on her head and take a photo.
Facebook made an API!
How rocking is that? I suggest it is pretty cool, since only a few days ago I was whining (such as a little girl might whine) that they did not, and probably never would make one.
I’m going to leave it a couple of days and see if anyone makes a dashboard widget that fulfils my needs (have I been poked? new wall messages? new PMs? friends with changed profiles?), and then set about making my very own.
It will be neat, I assure you.
I got Mario Kart DS last week, and it’s got a really sweet online multiplayer. Only, no bugger’s ever online to play with. I’ve been in matches against more than once person like, twice.
My friend code is 008665980063. Post yours in the comments if you rock.