A couple of brief things:
I have recently decided that my least favourite spelling mistake is ‘potatoe’ for potato. That is all.
The new tag-line for Cinnamon Grahams is ‘the undescribable taste of toasted cinnamon squares’. Toasted… Cinnamon… Squares. I reckon that sums them up quite nicely.
Turns out I will keep putting things in my mouth for your amusement. Who knew?
A word of warning; lime cordial is supposed to go with water for a reason. Drinking it neat leaves you with a face scrunched up like a smacked arse. A smacked arse that’s just eaten a lemon tree. and is rather unhappy about the whole affair. So don’t do it.
In lighter news, I’m losing the will to live. Anyone know how to use the gotoAndPlay command in ActionScript without it going awol?
I have an addiction to something that looks fairly harmless but slowly kills you once it has you in its grasp. It’s a white powder. Any guesses? That’s right. It’s Lo-Salt.
Man is that stuff addictive! It’s a low-sodium alternative to salt that looks like salt and smells like salt (if salt could be said to have a smell), but there’s no taste to it until after it’s dissolved on your tongue, which is an experience unlike anything other than… well, anything. You would’ve thought that the fact that it’s made by a company called KLINGE would put you off, but it doesn’t. You just keep on pouring little piles onto your hand and knocking them back. I haven’t got to putting my mouth to the little holes in the lid and pouring it direct. That’s a stage two addiction.
Deceptively, it says it’s good for you in comparison to normal salt. Apparently not when you eat enough of it to flavour a banquet in one sitting. Every time I find it in the cupboard, I’m sitting feeling awful five minutes later, with just one thought on my mind; “Man, was that worth it.”
Now if you’ll excuse me - A friend of mine’s given me a couple other white powders he said I might like, and I don’t want to be rude.
So I was reading about Carl Scheele the other day. You don’t know who Carl Scheele is? That’s because he was Dutch.
Humphrey Davy is generally accepted to have discovered Oxygen, along with eleven other elements, but here’s the thing; Carl Scheele discovered it 36 YEARS before Davy did so independently. If only Scheele could have told somebody, he would have the recognition and admiration he deserves today, the poor Dutch bugger.
Davy instantly published an article in an english-speaking journal, and got the praise. And the girls, probably. Although let’s be fair, if a girl’s got looks she isn’t gonna go into chemistry, so Scheele got a lucky escape there.
There must be millions of people out there, living in Uzbekistan and The Ukraine, with the potential to become great minds, great scientists, great artists, but there’s nowhere for them to go, so they just grow up and become farmers like their fathers were. No matter how clever a child growing up in Kazakhstan is, no matter how hopeful they are of growing up to become a rockstar or a great author, they never will. They’ll settle down, inherit the farm from their parents and spend the rest of their life in the company of sheep.
If the human race ever wants to find a grand unifying theory or a cure for cancer, why do we rely solely on the fraction of us that speak English? After all, we might have already found the meaning of life… it’s just in Urdu.
This is the first post on my site just to make sure everything is working all right. If you can read this, then it is. Hooray.