Posts Tagged: wtf

Butter mystery

I buy butter. I don’t buy margarine. Not to spread on bread, because I hate the stuff (especially the low-fat varieties; they give a fatty mouth-feel without any taste, brr), and not for the kitchen because there are so many nicer cooking fats: oil! ghee! lard! dripping! goose fat! oh, and butter! My default butter

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Scary cold call

Phone: Ring, ring! In fact it didn’t ring so much as play a Grine Kuzine song, because it was my mobile phone. It said “unknown caller”. I’ve had several calls from Unknown Caller in the past few weeks, all hanging up the moment I pushed “answer”, making me start to think someone was stalking me.

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Search and replace spam

After the War and Peace ebook disaster, which I still think may be an elaborate hoax, I had a local search-and-replace deluge of my own. I had a few dozen in all before the self-learning filters got the message. The subjects varied, but they all came down to “we couldn’t process your bank payment” in

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Strange bicycle woes

This morning I was about to take my bike off the chain-lock to go swimming when I saw something strange. I should of course have taken a photo of it, but one always forgets in a situation like that. There was a ring-lock, the kind that’s usually firmly attached to a bike, locking the front

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The Singing Detective

All the girls were off to the Harry Potter premiere: Prima with BFF and BFF’s new boyfriend in another town, Secunda with two friends who she brought home in the small hours, Tertia with a large sprawling group and crashing at one of the gang’s house. So we thought we’d have a movie of our

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Yes, really!

When I went shopping this afternoon I realised that I’d had too little lunch and too little breakfast. This made it hard to do grocery shopping– I know not to buy lots of food when I happen to be shopping while hungry so I was carefully refraining from that, but I did want to buy

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Parcel

On Monday, around the time that mail tends to arrive, the mailbox flap clattered. Prima, who happened to be on the stairs, went down and got it– but it wasn’t mail, it was a “You weren’t in” note from a delivery service. “But we are in!” we both said. It couldn’t have been a flat

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Putting words in His mouth

I must have been sleeping through last year’s (and earlier) Royal Hours of Good Friday, or perhaps it was my particular awareness of the God-nature of Christ, but I couldn’t stand this in the Third Hour: As you were dragged to the Cross, Lord, you cried out thus: For what work do you wish to

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Swimming in primordial soup

This morning every single person about to enter the outdoor pool did a double take. “Green!” Quite a pretty green, too, as if the water was on top of a freshly-mown lawn. The water seemed normal, and people were swimming in it already, so I just got in. We developed the most outrageous theories: is

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