Professor Ann took photos of a massive erection. Here’s one that shows it in full magnificence. The first ever stink blooms I ever read about were the famous Rafflesia sp. “The smell of dead bird in a chimney” may not be enticing, but it’s quite the curiosity. I got some new fish for my fishtank.… Continue reading this entry
Yesterday I took my mum out to Blue Garden restaurant: a local Korean spot about fifteen minutes away from my place. We don’t know jack about Korean food beyond what we usually buy from carryout at the Asian grocer, and some other things that we had had at this place before. Today was a day… Continue reading this entry
I’ve always been suspicious of bloggers among us who have “sold out” to join the ranks of established publishers, you know, writing for magazines, newspapers, etc., on a paid basis. I’ve stopped picking on the occasional Michelle Malkin/Ann Coulter/whoeverwhateverpaidpundit because most of their opinions are paid for, yah? And though we know that none of… Continue reading this entry
Despite the name, there are no eyeballs in this pasta dish. And it’s not full of junk (and the kitchen sink gets to stay in place). Everyone has a “one size fits all,” low-maintenance pasta dish for those days when white rice gets to be just so darn boring, ey? This dish starts off with… Continue reading this entry
At the suggestion of a few friends who decided they wanted to see all the butt-level pics that I took during my bewildering Starbucks experience: See these same pictures on my Flickr account: Asses at Starbucks! One, Two, Three, Four.
So, tonight I was in line at Starbucks for my usual venti coffee—now with Splenda and Half and Half ‘coz black kawfee plays hell on my stomach—and the baristas at the espresso machine and frap blenders were already hollering at customers in line for what they wanted. The line was that long. “That will be… Continue reading this entry
I haven’t had a cigarette since the 28th of May; I’ve tried using 7mg (step 3) patches at the suggestion of the Mistress of Juvenile Scorn. The general lack of withdrawal symptoms is very comforting, however, over the weekend I came down with cold-like symptoms that started with a tickle behind my throat, followed by… Continue reading this entry
For dinner: two slices of coconut custard pie (Mrs. Smith’s, to boot) and and two glasses of Franzia white zin. Not exactly going the way of Toby (yet) but hey, I may drink wine in a box but at least I don’t have it on the rocks, ja?