Sage like a herb

Just you try it and watch me run away like a scared little girl: “This guy was like Tony Robbins for drunk guys trying to hook up.” — Johnny Triangles (via Gawker)

Is you is or is you ain’t my motor

Green PeugeotThis is not the car. It kinda looks like the car, though. So it shall be a reasonable representation of the car and I shall refer to it as the car for the purposes of the website.

When Neil told me he’d found a bright green Peugeot for sale, the first thing I asked was how bright it was. I do not want to be driving around in a French version of the QQ (“young, peppy and cool”).

My favourite thing about the car is that there’s nothing worth stealing. It runs, seems fairly efficient, and even people who don’t freakin’ drive are going to have better car stereos than we do (think fully analogue, dials, and a loose faceplate that rattles and annoys the living shit out of me).

I’m still thinking of a suitably tough name for my green mini-monster. Something along the lines of The Destroyer. 1124ccs of Pure Fury has already been floated a number of times, but it’s quite a mouthful when introducing the car to your friends. Mad Max? Conan the Barbarian? Gabrielle the sidekick? Hercules? Steroid Steve? Roid Rage?

This Christmas long weekend I…

  • met Stuart for lunch in Glasgow before he jets off on his next big adventure (do not ever, ever go to Oko Express if you’re looking for Japanese cuisine)
  • bought a car (a small car, so I’m thinking it needs a macho name, something that makes one think of the Amazon)
  • met up with Derek and Indira for a coffee in Glasgow
  • had dinner with my cousin and his family
  • did sweet FA on Christmas Eve (was terribly impressed with Neil’s mum, who was simultaneously preparing Christmas AND Christmas Eve dinner)
  • drank wine with Neil and opened one present after the clock struck midnight (he got me the new Take That album! Squeeeeeeee!)
  • waited for his sister to come along, and we opened our presents (I’m not used to this multiple present thing — it’s so appreciated, but I feel so… overindulged, and I didn’t really gift to that extent, either)
  • chilled out until it was time for dinner (at 3pm… something else I’m not used to)
  • ate turkey (!), pigs in blankets (!), Brussels sprouts (!), mushrooms (!), two different kinds of potatoes (!), carrots and corn (!), and raspberry trifle (!!)
  • chilled out till we headed to Neil’s pal Brian’s (and they gave me The Happy Hooker and a Family Guy DVD)
Christmas turkey

Merry Christmas!

the ducks say Merry Christmas
Orange Friedman, Vatvat, Michel, and Loosipher LaGrand
wish one and all a very Merry Christmas!

Neil and I do, too. Have a safe festive season.

Top! 2! Percent!

If you have patience and a geeky way of problem-solving, you’ll work out Who owns the fish? without too much hassle (via Neatorama). I made the mistake of sending it to a few people in the office, and three of them gave up. Obviously not geeks. My solution after the jump (no cheating).


Your daily dose of people who like free trade has bloogs (can’t find a central landing page for them, look on the right hand side for the DEBATE sub-header)?! I’m pretty late to the party, I know. I’d always thought they wouldn’t be tempted by the seductive, destructive power that is the bloog, but I guess I was wrong. The postings need an editor, though — not someone to censor or edit the postings, but to fix the bloody typos. I don’t know what’s happening, but the quality of the publication in that respect has been falling in recent years. It disappoints me.

It’s ALMOST Christmas

So, Christmas is imminent. Well, if you ignore what the retailers have been saying the last few months (Debenhams is so trendy, Glasgow Fort stays open late, MacArthur Glen makes you feel less guilty). All the presents have been bought / made, but I’m a fairly craptastic wrapper. Today is the shortest day of the year. Today is my last day of work before, er, after Christmas. Today is the first time in over three years that I will be getting paid in a non-dodgy manner. Today was definitely the first time the train arrived at Glasgow on time, mainly because it was pretty much empty. Only us plebs who can’t afford the time off have to trudge to work.

At least the weather is milder today.

It’s not my first Christmas away from home, but I think I will miss my family this year. After we left China, I spent three months in Singapore, and I think it’s probably the first time I really got to spend lots of time with my mother. I know she’s received (and opened) her Christmas presents, and my sister’s got hers as well. So I know I’m going to get a bit… sentimental over the weekend because I miss my mummy.

The plans are to see some friends and family over the next couple of days, and spend Christmas with Neil’s family. I don’t really know what to expect; it’s my first real Christmas-y Christmas. Are recipients meant to get multiple presents? What’s the situation with stocking stuffers? If someone doesn’t have a stocking but everyone else does, do they still get the wee presents? And most importantly, how much turkey can I eat before it’s considered totally rude?

I think my favourite Christmas-themed ad on the telly is the Irn Bru ad, a cool animation. The little kid is a total and utter shit for not letting the snowman share his Irn Bru, so he definitely should be dropped from a great height. And he should end up splattered all over the pavement in a splodgilicious mess of blood and guts.

Foodie Friday — Steak

steak, public domain image on Wikimedia

Mmmmm… cow. I know it’s not very PC to be all carnivorous, but I adore steak. My favourite is a nice, rare piece of beef. My top beef steak restaurant in Singapore is the decidedly unglamorous Shaslik, and prime rib is best had at Stuart Anderson’s Black Angus with their lunch deal ($17.90 for three courses). So here is a recipe for marinated flank steak, and I hope that I get to eat a good steak soon.

At the moment, there isn’t a lot of beef being consumed, it’s just not in the lifestyle I have been absorbed into. I know that’s better for me, but I miss steak. I get mince and roasts once every fortnight or so, but it’s not the same!

Cow. Mmmmmmmm.