nutty maze + bouncy blowup slide + various shaped tube slides + never ending rainbow slide etc etc + four crazy kids = friction burns aplenty + two happy chappies + two dead ducks (no prizes for guessing which is which).
Saturday, November 26, 2005
some kind of wonderful
fine, i lie. it's some kind of "wonderful."
the genius that is me has deleted my chatbox. and no, i'm not quite sure how to put it back. i know because i've tried before (the first time, eventually done for me) and more so because i'm not too sure how i deleted it this time (well, i have some vague idea, but i was trying to get rid of something else). genius don'tcha say? oh well. not everyday you meet one as such. i'm special so speciaalll... yes yes with inverted commas if you like.
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in other news, i had a wonderful surprise laid out for me. i say laid, but really, it should be laid then cracked, and voila!
needed three eggs for a cake mix, so crack - first chick-that-was-not-meant-to-be swooshing slickly into the bowl, whites flowing through the places which give way, shiny yolk nestling between some butter.
then crack - chick-chick-that-was-not-meant-to-be. whoa, twins? cool.
(but since they were smaller and have no more white then any other egg, i figured they still counted as one so i should crack one more?)
crack - chick-chic-- what the?? two pairs of twins? in a row?
talk about confusing an already hopeless mathscrewup. three eggs, five yolks.
watch out, eaters of the mutant cake (that be you, kam). you may well be on the way to becoming well, mutant.
the genius that is me has deleted my chatbox. and no, i'm not quite sure how to put it back. i know because i've tried before (the first time, eventually done for me) and more so because i'm not too sure how i deleted it this time (well, i have some vague idea, but i was trying to get rid of something else). genius don'tcha say? oh well. not everyday you meet one as such. i'm special so speciaalll... yes yes with inverted commas if you like.
----
in other news, i had a wonderful surprise laid out for me. i say laid, but really, it should be laid then cracked, and voila!
needed three eggs for a cake mix, so crack - first chick-that-was-not-meant-to-be swooshing slickly into the bowl, whites flowing through the places which give way, shiny yolk nestling between some butter.
then crack - chick-chick-that-was-not-meant-to-be. whoa, twins? cool.
(but since they were smaller and have no more white then any other egg, i figured they still counted as one so i should crack one more?)
crack - chick-chic-- what the?? two pairs of twins? in a row?
talk about confusing an already hopeless mathscrewup. three eggs, five yolks.
watch out, eaters of the mutant cake (that be you, kam). you may well be on the way to becoming well, mutant.
Friday, November 18, 2005
a day (ok four) in the life of a pig
- TUESDAY -
arrive sydney. first stop - makan!
more food.
singing = mouths open = put more food down throats
- WEDNESDAY -stuffing your face and smiling at the same time is no easy feat.
burger for the boy, fish'man's basket for the girls.
because too much fries is just not enough. you gotta eat the fork too.
the love that is global burgers.
when food is around, you won't see a frown.
high achievers.
"tartare! nyam nyam."
"fond prawn!"
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