Scurrilous Swain
4We tend to have Tesco delivery groceries to our house. We needed toothpaste, and while looking on the Tesco website, we came across this:
Colgate Total Advanced Clean is certainly a nice toothpaste, if you know your toothpastes. Since they were on offer, 4 for £3.50, we ordered four. Who could pass up on an opportunity like this?
When they arrived, however, this is what we discovered:
(Before you make any assumptions: No, I didn’t hire
a professional hand model. That is my hand, even though
it looks as if it might belong to the gods themselves.)
The point being, these tubes of toothpaste are travel sized.
And it demonstrates the problem: As far as toothpaste is concerned, no-one has a clue what “25ml” equates to. Which means that when Tesco’s website mentions the size, you don’t think to question it. Instead, you happily load four of the fucking things into your cart.
It’s a mistake you’d never make in the supermarket itself, because you’d have all sorts of physical context (Other products on the shelf etc.) to let you know: “Don’t buy this toothpaste. It’s for midgets.”
Since Tesco is all bureaucracy and red tape, I’m not sure they’d change their ways if I sent them my solution. Still, I’ve mocked it up, as an example of how online shopping should work:
Thorough Threnody
There is some sort of bake-off going on in this house.
My father, recently, started making flapjacks. Simple, delicious, a hit all-around. Because I’m a bit of a woman, I felt like baking as well, so I made some chocolate marshmallow Rice Krispie squares.
They were good, and I improved on them and what-not, but wanting to branch out I’ve also made some Rocky Road, which is a personal favourite of mine.
I actually posted a picture to my Twitter account: http://twitpic.com/1soqjg
It’s very good. I suppose I’ll be making it again in the future.
Other than baking, I’ve been trying to pare down my life, starting with all of the things I own that I don’t need. To that end, I’m selling my console games on eBay. They’re a waste of time, really, and since there are other people out there with more time to waste, as well as money, I thought I’d let them take the games off my hands.
Also, I get money, which I need.
Exceptionally Eidetic
I thought I might mention that, since I’ve been churning out these talking-head comics on a semi-regular basis, I have moved that whole thing to a different website:
Check it out some time if you want to see two… things talking about… things.
There’s a new one there already, that you won’t see posted on this blog, so if you enjoy them you had better hop over there.
(Just realised that there’s a typo, or rather a word omission, in the comic. But I’m not going to point out where it is, just in case you don’t notice it and think I haven’t lost my ability to proof-read.)
Peculiarly Placid
… Maybe one of these days I’ll write an ordinary blog post again, BUT DON’T COUNT ON IT FUCKER.
Or maybe I should create a separate website for these talking heads.
Sufferable Shangri-la
I hope anyone who takes the time to read these is at least being educated. I feel it’s a better medium than plain text, and besides, people don’t want to listen to me ramble anyhow.
Mysteriously Malapert
Note: Napoleon Bonaparte’s nickname was “The Little Corporal”, hence the quote-marks.
Also, I’m not quite sure why I’m making these, but I’m enjoying doing it.
Mournful Mugwump
I don’t get it. If you asked my parents, they’d probably tell you that I don’t do much around the house in the way of cleaning or washing up.
But, for some reason, whenever they go away and leave me alone, I go into cleaning mode. It seems as if I can’t help it. It’s usually only my room and the kitchen, but I tidy everything away.
Now that I think about it, it’s probably because I’m alone in the house, which makes it my domain all of a sudden. My nest. So my tidying instinct kicks in because suddenly I’m the only one living there, and I want the place that I live in to be tidy.
I should point out that although this post makes my house sound like some kind of sty (Probably belonging to a pig), it’s not the case. It’s not a particularly messy house. It’s just the clutter that life generates on a day to day basis.
Proposed Perpend
In an effort to help my father’s new website be listed on Google’s American site, I’m placing this text here.
You needn’t read it. It’s for Google’s sake. Unless you want a hammock from Mexico. In which case, feast your eyes:
If, like me, you enjoy lying down more than sitting, and want to do it in the most comfortable way indoors or outdoors, then you need a hammock. At home we have a Mexican hammock, which we brought back from Merida, a town on the Caribbean coast of Mexico. These Mayan hammocks are made by villagers around Merida, by hand, and they sleep in them in preference to a bed. We have a website up and running, so if you want to see what I mean (the Mayan hammock is a different style from other hammocks) go here: http://www.hammockMexican.com.
