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Things they don’t tell you about losing weight, part 1

Posted with the aid of a pot of tea on February 2nd, 2007 at round about 11:52 am

The face of a small white terrier emerging from a blanket.

It’s so bloody cold! Gone are the days I’d be whizzing around the park in a t-shirt in January, now I need 6 layers of thermals just to get out of the front door. Brrrrr.

[Photo of Jake by Leslie Collingridge at Stock Xchng.]

Zooomr vs Flickr

Posted with the aid of a pot of tea on February 2nd, 2007 at round about 2:34 am

The two services are so very different, I don’t think it’s a case of “one or the other” but the mandate to switch all us Old Skool vets to the mainstream is irking me terribly. Oh I know, there are far more important things to be fretting about but sometimes the ostrich in the sand position is the only thing that works.

Anyway, I’ve not posted anything to Zooomr for a while and must confess I was thinking about moving them over to Flickr but I’ve just discovered that Zoomr shows referrals for each picture – I now know that this picture is the 4th result at Google for puddle chucker and has been viewed 91 times. Beams with pride.

On the other hand… Zooomr login is via the godawful OpenID thingumyjig which defeats my feeble brain.

Decisions, decisions…

[Later that same day… this post has been edited to change Zoomr to Zooomr (3 ‘o’s rather than 2).]

The one omelette curse

Posted with the aid of a pot of tea on February 2nd, 2007 at round about 2:14 am

In all my forty mumble years I have never, ever been able to cook two omelettes at the same time. Well, I can cook two omelettes but the first is always scrumptious, the second an abomination of rubbery disgustingness. I’ve tried:

  • cooking them in two separate pans at the same time;
  • cooking and serving one, then the next
  • making one large omelette in a bigger pan.

But to no avail. The omelette gods mock me from above.

There are so many good cooks amongst you, do you have any suggestions?

Awfuquit*

Posted with the aid of a pot of tea on January 29th, 2007 at round about 17:45 pm

Just had a quick go at The Profane Game** but despite trying to remember some of Lyle‘s little gems (and *Karan‘s wonderful term which I use repeatedly and always see written as such in my head).

I scored a miserly 14 which I’m blaming on being British (why is arse not acceptable but ass is?) and not terribly imaginative in the cussing department.

The top score currently 140 – go see if you can beat it ‘cos I sure as shit can’t.

** MetaFilter discussion here.

Quote of the day, #45

Posted with the aid of a pot of tea on January 29th, 2007 at round about 0:23 am

Eldest niece via MSN during a dicussion on dumping the boyfriend of two weeks (he’s already turned from charming to possessive), wants to change the way she speaks and dresses… oh count the alarm bells, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!)

I like me more than him so he’s got to go!

Where the hell did she get to be so wise at 19 years of age?

The one with the good news

Posted with the aid of a pot of tea on January 29th, 2007 at round about 0:18 am

We were getting ready to go to the cemetry first thing Friday morning to scatter the ashes under the designated tree when a horse pulled up outside the house, its owner dismounted and we recognised her as Claire who works at the local kennels from which we adopted Frodo years back (they provide overspill for a rescue charity).

I didn’t blog about it at the time because, well, it was a horrible time so to cut a long story short, last summer we had a visit from a BT engineer, a lovely chap and a dog lover. He and Frodo got on well as we chatted over tea for over 30 minutes, head in lap, ears being stroked, perfect.

Then we moved to the hall and discussed the ongoing internet/phone problem, the engineer stood making a call on his mobile to test the line when suddenly Frodo charged from the other end of the room, pushed past Martyn and I and attacked the engineer, biting him twice on the thigh and stomach. The poor man. He was understandably angry and muttered something about making a full report. After much soul searching we ‘phoned the rescue group, explained the situation and they agreed to rehome him. Yes of course we wanted to keep him but with the two granddaugters, then aged 3 and 7, it was just impossible. The fear that he might suddenly turn on them was too much to bear. And then cried for a week.

But Claire came with wonderful news – Frodo has joined the army, is doing really well and is one happy dog. And I’m one happy human.

Like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup

Posted with the aid of a pot of tea on January 19th, 2007 at round about 18:56 pm

I’m sure I’ve posted this before but I’m too lazy to go look for it and besides, it still makes me laugh. A lot. And that’s what we all need on a Friday.

Every year, English teachers from across the country can submit their collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays. These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across the country. Here are last year’s winners.

  1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
  2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
  3. Continue reading Like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup

Just when you thought it was safe to go back on the internet…

Posted with the aid of a pot of tea on January 19th, 2007 at round about 17:05 pm

…up pops Joan (via Rhiannan) with the splendiferous Woody’s World alphabetized catalogue of penis euphanisms. Current favourite is “bald-headed yogurt slinger” but I have hours of research to complete still.
Continue reading Just when you thought it was safe to go back on the internet…

Blogpimping #11

Posted with the aid of a pot of tea on January 19th, 2007 at round about 13:31 pm

It’s been far too long since I matched up two bloggers with similar interests and/or who I think would like each other so here we go – Lionel, meet Mr X, whose tagline reads:

The Sad Case Of Mr. X.

Assorted rambling of persons unnamed who somehow managed to miss out on all of the good bits in life.

And can’t spell. Or write, for that matter

Spotted via Harriet‘s comment box).

Mind your own beeswax

Posted with the aid of a pot of tea on January 19th, 2007 at round about 3:06 am

A lovely grey, wrinkled elephant bum.
Photo by Anna Grist at Stock Xchng

Ever wanted to politely tell someone to mind their own business without offending them? Try this:

Wind it in, trunky.

I laughed solidly for three days the first time I heard that. Yes, I know, get thyself a life.
Continue reading Mind your own beeswax

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