Gee thanks

Ah, another New Years Eve, a splendid occasion when I can look back on the past year's shittiness and anticipate another twelve months of the same stretching before me. I'm not sure that I will do anything to mark the occasion. Well, not much beyond what I have already done, go to drinks with work people. All pleasant enough until we began discussing the film Children of Men. Limited babies, right, sure enough leads to the state of affairs in China where the birth rate of boys is greater than that of girls. Fine, cue heart rending story of foetuses flushed away. All I could remark was that it made a refreshing change from the man drought. To which someone responded something about my particular suffering. Well I think we are all the poorer for the existence of such a retarded concept. For me 'Man Drought' is right up there with 'Shoe Fetish' for sheer overworked inaninity. And I really do relish being told exactly where I fit into the scheme of things, that is, fat drab.
Perhaps I can find solace in the fact that the people who were screaming at me when I walked up the hill (naturally from the safety of their car) were't making specific slurs. It was more a wordless grunt. Maybe I should even be flattered there was none of the usual fat ugly bitch comments.

At last

Someone finally ID'd me when I was buying a bottle of wine. It has been ages since that happened, I was beginning to feel persecuted in fact.

Betrayal at Krondor

Can't actually tell you what the plot is, I keep skipping through the plot development so I can level up. Or not as the case may be. I seem to be at an impasse.
But I am thrilled to find out that when I make it through this, there is a sequel.

It is very peculiar finding out news nearly a decade after the event. So much for having my finger on the pulse.

If you're happy with a nappy then you're in for fun

Naughty of me to link directly to another site's photo, but hey, the traffic here is low and I'm into sharing and enjoying. And wondering about stylists.

Breakfast of champions

This morning, a chocolate or two. As far as I can tell it is still the season of gluttony. They were roses chocolates, one of them was a Hazelnut Praline. I think that is what they are called. I had the sudden notion that these are the pave settings of the chocolate world. Not a hell of a lot of the defining ingredient, all ground up and mushed into a coarsely textured centre. I could stretch the analogy further and suggest that as they were Roses chocolates they equate with cubic zirconia jewellery. The manufacturer probably used assissted hazelnut and hazelnut shell, not the actual nuts. Which could explain the significant grit factor.

Still, how wonderfully decadent.

Do I dare to eat a peach?

Yes, and it was quite delicious.

The dream

Killing a lot of people, many of whom I knew, because they were all turning into zombies. That's what I dreamt the other night. This morning I woke up at 6 something, and I can't help but wonder if this was because I had reached a particularly interesting point in my spree? If only I remembered more of my dreams for long enough to tell people about them. Like the one I had about a friend cuddling Marc Ellis's baby.


Funnily enough all my dreams seem to be horrors.