Friday, November 30, 2007

Failed Fast Food offerings:

1) The Taco Bell Chupacabra (thanks, Rob)
2) White Castle's Blubber Burger
3) Arby's Possum Pita
4) Wendy's Mushroom, Cheese and Escargot bowl
5) Popeye's Seaweed and Barnacle soup
6) Deep Fried PB&J at Jack in the Box
7) KFC's Bucket O' Buzzard
8) The Cannibal Club Sandwich ("Eat Flesh!") from Subway
9) Burger King Lard Sticks
10) McSushi


I would have added a pizza option in there, but I think they've covered all possible angles of vileness with the recent introduction of the Oreo dessert pizza (which involves an entire bag - an entire bag - of Oreos crushed on top of a pizza crust and liberally doused in icing), and the double-decker pizza.

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Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Now I've seen everything

Velveeta Fudge [pops].

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Tuesday, November 20, 2007

For everything there is a season

We just got back from London last night. Rob's dad Monty had a bad fall down the stairs, either caused by a minor heart attack, or he had the heart attack during or after the fall. He was in hospital last weekend, but appeared to be doing better, even talking and walking around the ward, and was moved out of intensive care. When Rob called his mum last Monday, he'd taken a turn for the worse, having possibly had a stroke, and was bleeding into his brain.

So Rob and I hopped on a plane, and managed to get to London just in time for Rob to see his dad one last time. I know it was very hard for Rob to see his dad like that, so small and bruised, unconscious in that hospital bed, but he knows it's best that his dad didn't linger and suffer for long.

After a lot of hassle trying to prove that Monty was actually Jewish, they managed to get the funeral set up for Sunday, so Rob and I stayed for that. Monty was buried at an Orthodox Jewish cemetary (by his request) with a lovely and moving ceremony, and all of their relatives came back to Rob's mum's house after. It was a hard week for Rob, and I'm sure he's glad we're home again.

Anyway, I don't have anything silly to post at the moment, just wanted to let any of you out there reading where I've been. We didn't really do any sightseeing, although we did briefly visit the British Museum, and wandered around central London while I was shopping for an outfit for the funeral. You can see our pics here (pops).

You will be greatly missed, Monty. Rest in peace.

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Monday, November 05, 2007

Pointless things Rob and I argue about

PDAs. He's for them; I'm against.

Types of air fresheners. This one makes an annoying swoosh noise every few minutes, that one smells too much like Pledge, the other one puts off too much smoke.

Who has to decide what restaurant at which to eat:
  "I don't care. You decide."
  "I'll pick a place and then you'll say you don't want to eat there."
  "I really don't have any strong preference. Just pick somewhere."
  "Oh for f*ck's sake. Just tell me where you want to eat."
  "Screw you. I don't want to eat with you at all anymore. Forget it, I'm staying home. I'll make toast."

The stench of roasted anchovies on his pizza.

The fact that I have two alarm clocks, one of which just sits on the dresser shining bright blue light all night, but I have yet to get to function properly as anything other than speakers for my iPod.

Who's going to drive.

The reason behind my refusal to let him remove the spare terrarium from my study.

Halloween.

Whether I should be allowed a piano, an electric piano and a drum kit, or whether they're taking up too much space. And where the hell he hid my ride cymbal.

My need to open a new container of milk if there's one available, even if there's still milk in the old one.

"Mt. Clothesmore".

Why the hell, when I have literally hundreds of books already, I continue to buy more.

Christmas decorations.

How to hold my gecko when he's squirming and doesn't want to take his antibiotics.

The fact that he persists in touching (and moving) my stuff.

Rollercoasters. No, really.

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