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Cannot tell if win or lose
- around these parts, the phrase "nobody LIKES ME everybody HATES ME going down the garden to SET UP AN OKCUPID ACCOUNT" has gained common currency. This morning I had cause to invoke it, and actually went to OKCupid. To my horror, from my point of view on sign-up forms, FetLife is actually less faily than OKCupid. Given that FetLife includes "Trans - Male-to-Female" etc as standalone gender categories... ye-ah.
- the surname "Adhemar" has just turned up as the legit honest-to-goodness name of an active researcher in approximately my field. Shit.
- fret fret fret
- burnt the tagine, and the horrible gooseberry crumble is so horrible I'm not sure I'm going to be able to convince anyone to eat it (made in a desperate attempt to use up both flapjack crumbs and five tins of gooseberries in syrup I inherited; please don't ask)
+ made enough food yesterday to last us for a while, including RED BEAN PASTE, which means I had RED BEAN PASTE AND CONDENSED MILK ON CRUMPETS for breakfast it was GRAND
+ Station Cycles got in the 24x1" inners I asked them for, sold them to me for £4.99 a pop, and were all round fantastic. i♥them
+ my dreaded brown envelope from the DWP arrived... telling me that I was entitled to DLA, it had been automatically renewed, etc. I do not even know what to do with this, other than flail squeakily a lot
+ all our shower gel now has "MANLY MAN MAN MAN MAN MAN MAN MAN MAN MAN" written on it in permanent marker
- the surname "Adhemar" has just turned up as the legit honest-to-goodness name of an active researcher in approximately my field. Shit.
- fret fret fret
- burnt the tagine, and the horrible gooseberry crumble is so horrible I'm not sure I'm going to be able to convince anyone to eat it (made in a desperate attempt to use up both flapjack crumbs and five tins of gooseberries in syrup I inherited; please don't ask)
+ made enough food yesterday to last us for a while, including RED BEAN PASTE, which means I had RED BEAN PASTE AND CONDENSED MILK ON CRUMPETS for breakfast it was GRAND
+ Station Cycles got in the 24x1" inners I asked them for, sold them to me for £4.99 a pop, and were all round fantastic. i♥them
+ my dreaded brown envelope from the DWP arrived... telling me that I was entitled to DLA, it had been automatically renewed, etc. I do not even know what to do with this, other than flail squeakily a lot
+ all our shower gel now has "MANLY MAN MAN MAN MAN MAN MAN MAN MAN MAN" written on it in permanent marker
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- Are you plotting to replace Rincewind? I feel like there have to be better academic aspirations than that. Just because someone has to teach fretwork doesn't mean it has to be you. And "Egregious Professor Of Cruel And Unusual Geography" and "Chair of Experimental Serendipity" both sound like more fun.
- It can't be nearly as horrifying as the charcoal flapjack
+ Someday, I should learn to make red bean paste! Well, actually, I probably shouldn't, because then I'd eat it all the time, and I gather it's mostly sugar. Also, crumpets!
+ Yay!
+ Congratulations again!
+ ...
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From my outside perspective, that sounds like enough win to counter all the lose. Also the shower gel highly amuses me.
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Turn on the jets, full-on, with a fine disregard for the apocalyptic gurgles from the plumbing and the barges stranded on the riverbed as ALL THE WATER is diverted to its fit and proper purpose.
Stand beneath the freezing cataract, gasping in the savage pleasure known to proper he-men in the wilderness, beat your chest and bellow out the challenge of the Alpha Male, hairy savage, silverback, Lord of the Jungle.
Then turn the big red tap and luxuriate in the technical superiority of Modern Man: HOT WATER.
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