Weather

It’s warm enough in the sun this morning, but even here in London, the temperatures are down and an icy wind from the third circle blows across the Kingdom. Winter, it seems, is settling in early. According to the radio this morning there have been wintry showers in the North, with white-outs in some areas. Whether these are real white-outs or English white-outs, I have no idea, but the point is that it’s all happening a bit early. We are not that deeply into Autumn and whilst the odd snow flurry on the outskirts of Moscow should be expected in October, the UK shouldn’t need to worry about that for another month (and even then, it’s rare).

My point is, that I like cold weather and snow. I want that stuff down here (I am very much in the minority, but I don’t care). I want to be able to look out of the window and see snow coming down thick and fast. I want drifts in the streets. I want an excuse to break out the mulled wine. I want to stay at home and toast my toes against the radiators.

I’m going to be disappointed aren’t I?

Weather

It’s warm enough in the sun this morning, but even here in London, the temperatures are down and an icy wind from the third circle blows across the Kingdom. Winter, it seems, is settling in early. According to the radio this morning there have been wintry showers in the North, with white-outs in some areas. Whether these are real white-outs or English white-outs, I have no idea, but the point is that it’s all happening a bit early. We are not that deeply into Autumn and whilst the odd snow flurry on the outskirts of Moscow should be expected in October, the UK shouldn’t need to worry about that for another month (and even then, it’s rare).

My point is, that I like cold weather and snow. I want that stuff down here (I am very much in the minority, but I don’t care). I want to be able to look out of the window and see snow coming down thick and fast. I want drifts in the streets. I want an excuse to break out the mulled wine. I want to stay at home and toast my toes against the radiators.

I’m going to be disappointed aren’t I?

Surrealism, thy name is Fortune

Three times I have checked my home email this morning. On each occasion there has been a new and fresh invitation from ed_fortune to join a group to save the interrobang.

This is surrealism for the 21st Century.

Surrealism, thy name is Fortune

Three times I have checked my home email this morning. On each occasion there has been a new and fresh invitation from ed_fortune to join a group to save the interrobang.

This is surrealism for the 21st Century.

Rajah's Revenge

After some recent slacking, including the eating of the pizza and the drinking of the Coke last night, I have hauled my sorry arse back on the track of righteousness and eaten carrot sticks, humous (damn these words with dozens of spelling options) and a banana.

Unfortunately, it’s Diwali so my colleague Somnath, who is Indian, has brought in some tasty morsels to share about. They are the sort of thing that annoy Furtle in that they are crammed with worthy ingredients and then steeped in syrup. I have consumed a tasty morsel based as it turns out, almost entirely upon the humble lentil. It was very orange and suitably disguised as a round orangey thing. It tasted very nice and not at all lentily.

The thing is, disguise is all it was; a visual and gastronomic disguise to be sure, but just a disguise. You can hide the taste and the appearance of a lentil, but you can’t hide its essential nature and the essential nature of a lentil is sturdy and expansive.

Something sturdy and expansive is happening in my stomach as I type. I’m not sure that I dare have another cup of coffee for a while yet…

This does not happen with meat products.

Rajah's Revenge

After some recent slacking, including the eating of the pizza and the drinking of the Coke last night, I have hauled my sorry arse back on the track of righteousness and eaten carrot sticks, humous (damn these words with dozens of spelling options) and a banana.

Unfortunately, it’s Diwali so my colleague Somnath, who is Indian, has brought in some tasty morsels to share about. They are the sort of thing that annoy Furtle in that they are crammed with worthy ingredients and then steeped in syrup. I have consumed a tasty morsel based as it turns out, almost entirely upon the humble lentil. It was very orange and suitably disguised as a round orangey thing. It tasted very nice and not at all lentily.

The thing is, disguise is all it was; a visual and gastronomic disguise to be sure, but just a disguise. You can hide the taste and the appearance of a lentil, but you can’t hide its essential nature and the essential nature of a lentil is sturdy and expansive.

Something sturdy and expansive is happening in my stomach as I type. I’m not sure that I dare have another cup of coffee for a while yet…

This does not happen with meat products.

McCain: "He's not nearly as old as the ancient ones. His outer shell has not yet calcified!"

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McCain: "He's not nearly as old as the ancient ones. His outer shell has not yet calcified!"

From The Onion News Network, found by good1zrtaken:
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