Who'd be a vegetarian?

Ok, I'll lay it on the table right now - I love meat. Not usually a proclamation I make so often but I have my little sister coming to stay this weekend and she doesn't like meat. She's a vegetarian.

Now, if I lived in a sitcom there would be endless calamities awaiting my every turn - various meat-associated puns would also be used - 'hey, what's your beef?', 'hey sis, you've put on a little weight, you're getting porky' etc etc There would be plenty of, ahem, hamming it up...

Instead I live in the real world so I'm going to do what all good carnivores should do - no, I'm not going cannibalistic - I'm going to make a banging chilli with a meat substitute, soya. Everyone's happy then - I get to pretend it's meat and my sis doesn't become party to the human race's mass slaughter of lesser beings... Boiled eggs for breakfast? ;)

It's not Easy Like Sunday Morning any more...

I'm sat twitching and seething... Trying to fix a DS, help with a six year olds Christmas list and get the slow cooker on for a hearty Autumn feast. All before 9am on a Sunday morning.

I vaguely, very vaguely, remember when Sunday mornings were about sitting around (with a hangover) watching Goals on Sunday. Then, at about 11am, having a Full English and then a soak in the bath with a good book. At about 2pm I would then be ready to join the world of the living. Oh how times have changed.

My perfect Sunday morning will not be realised for at least another five years. Absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder...

Robot children...

My two year old sat playing on the computer this morning using a mouse etc and it struck me that kids today just 'get' computers. It's all so intuitive (well done PC manufacturers...) that it does make me wonder why some people of the older generation don't pick it up so quickly - my dear Mum recently sent me an email (well done Mum) asking if I could put a virus on her internet because she couldn't get it to work. After talking to her it deciphered into 'can you put an anti-virus programme onto my computer so I can surf the net safely'. Bless.

I don't buy into all that 'old dog, new tricks' malarkey though. I think some of us are probably just more inclined to 'get it' than others. Or of course it could be a conspiracy by some malevolent Bond-esque super criminal. The villain may have infiltrated maternity hospitals across the country and implants our children with complex microchips so that one day, in the near future, our robot children will rise up and consign us all to a life of servitude. Hang on... I think they've already done it...

Dubya says yes to torture...

Earlier I read that former US President, George Dubya, approved the waterboarding of three prisoners and that it saved UK lives. Now any sane human is instinctively against the torture of another human - you just are, aren't you? But he's been quite clever in directly linking it to saving UK lives. It certainly got me thinking.

What if, through torture, information was received that actually saved the life of your child, spouse (insert significant relation here). Would you rather it hadn't been done? I know my answer....


http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-11715577

Zip, bang, whizz

How strange we are. Tonight, lots of people will be huddled around fire eating root vegetables that have been baked in the embers. Most of the men will be grunting and poking the hot coals while the women will be shooing children away from the danger... Evolution, really?

In another world....

If I lived in Burbank I would work at the Buy More... -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WE_et_Dey4,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsB_335Mvh0&feature=related,
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXNhCohZWVE&feature=related,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y21IjhYAYnM&feature=related,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZqL9NVav6uE

If only every workplace was so... um... surreal

Twitterific

Much like this blog, I've had a neglected Twitter account for a while but only use it sporadically. Thing is, I'm just not sure I have enough to share that deserves a running commentary. Anyhow, I'm going to give it a go and see what abuse get's tweeted my way... or should that be twatted?