I shall love him and cosset him, and call him Brian
There follows a picture of my coffee french press. Oh how are the mighty fallen! Not only do I now make coffee like I live in the 1980s, but I've let it become covered with the lovely green residue of mould. Coffee grounds are noted as being good for compost; clearly they are attractive to microorganisms who have decided to come and live with me. I'm a skank, no two ways about it :D
I've been having a little electrical trouble with my bike recently, something lurking deep within the myriad dirty cables under the seat has decided it doesnt want to play any more and is shorting out the dashboard. So though my engine will start and the bike will run, mechanically fine (though I'm paranoid about all the knocking I 'sense'), I have neither brake lights, nor indicators, nor indeed a working rev counter. My speedo stays dead at 0 mph even though, woah, I'm clearly nipping along the dual carriageway at a fair lick. Honest, officer, the dial said I wasn't breaking the limit.
Work is shaping up fun and interesting, especially now I'm on a new area of project as the first dedicated guy on the job, even more so now there are new people around joining in on it. Always better to be the 'old hand' rather than the young buck, I guess. And somehow in the last 6 months to a year I've randomly managed have 'the knowledge' in my field. Or at least, I don't give a crap if I make mistakes anymore :D
I've also recently found out that I have quite a high level of cholesterol in my blood. Now, despite the fact that this should come as no shock to anyone who has lived with me, or indeed has ever eaten food prepared by me, it was still a little bit disconcerting. Jon-ster is therefore moving away from the delicious red meats he loves so much and is even going to be sacrificing a quantity of cheese-nibbling. Luckily I can pretend pork is white meat, the fattiest of the lot! Clearly in a case of wanting immediately whatever one is denied, I've been thinking about slow-roast belly pork and large pieces of crackling. In fact, sometimes I've though about pork dishes entirely in terms of the sensuous fat which leeches out and soaks sumptuously into my big pile of kraut. I'm hungry again.
I've been having a little electrical trouble with my bike recently, something lurking deep within the myriad dirty cables under the seat has decided it doesnt want to play any more and is shorting out the dashboard. So though my engine will start and the bike will run, mechanically fine (though I'm paranoid about all the knocking I 'sense'), I have neither brake lights, nor indicators, nor indeed a working rev counter. My speedo stays dead at 0 mph even though, woah, I'm clearly nipping along the dual carriageway at a fair lick. Honest, officer, the dial said I wasn't breaking the limit.
Work is shaping up fun and interesting, especially now I'm on a new area of project as the first dedicated guy on the job, even more so now there are new people around joining in on it. Always better to be the 'old hand' rather than the young buck, I guess. And somehow in the last 6 months to a year I've randomly managed have 'the knowledge' in my field. Or at least, I don't give a crap if I make mistakes anymore :D
I've also recently found out that I have quite a high level of cholesterol in my blood. Now, despite the fact that this should come as no shock to anyone who has lived with me, or indeed has ever eaten food prepared by me, it was still a little bit disconcerting. Jon-ster is therefore moving away from the delicious red meats he loves so much and is even going to be sacrificing a quantity of cheese-nibbling. Luckily I can pretend pork is white meat, the fattiest of the lot! Clearly in a case of wanting immediately whatever one is denied, I've been thinking about slow-roast belly pork and large pieces of crackling. In fact, sometimes I've though about pork dishes entirely in terms of the sensuous fat which leeches out and soaks sumptuously into my big pile of kraut. I'm hungry again.
posted by J at 10:16 PM
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