Orright, innit, insofar as hello, whatup, sandwiches.
I just ate some lovely spicy pasta what I did make the sauce for. Next time you make pasta sauce/nachos/chunky mincey stuff hunt down some (malaysian) sambal balado, in hot guise, and put in 2/3s of the jar. Dayam that’s tasty. Ugh. Groinal thrusting ensues. Hwhuh.
Whomsoever it is that engineers light fittings is a sadistic prick who gets off on making life difficult for others. Especially the domed ones that are pretty much flush with the ceiling. I have one here that blew, obviously it’s the main light of the four that are in my little joint, and it took me three separate attempts over three days to uncover the mysteries surrounding the inner workings of the mythical systems that retain that thrice damned glass dome that contains the light emmiting bulb which sustains my megre eyesight whilst sitting here in the dim corner of my pad. Turns out that one of the three retaining hasps is spring loaded, allowing me to yank it outwards, barely giving me enough room once the recalcitrant arm has moved to remove the cover. Shame that initial explorations by nimble fingers suggested a nut/bolt retaining system resulting in time wasting with sockets that are all too large and pliers that won’t fit between the dome and the ceiling to manipulate the fanciful hardware, and the only personal height elevation device I have is the dodgy as all hell plastic stool that seems to have been a free gift with the joint. (I found it in the fridge nook once I rented the place…) I’m sure you can now imagine the frustration I have towards light fittings now, and the elation I felt once besting the Laytonian puzzle presented to me by said fitting. Now, considering the fact that I have a spare bulb all ready and waiting due to the fact that I purchased a twin pack o’ light bulbs to ensure a lighted kitchen upon moving in, I should be in a position to beam wond’rous light upon all that I shift to ‘neath heinous light fitting. Not so! Due to hated fuckwittery, the light fittings in the kitchen and bathroom are bayonets yet the other two are screw fittings! Fie! I have but four ceiling lights in my humble abode, not a hard task to ensure compatibility ‘tween such units, yet the pettyness of idiots has ensured I go another night without the advantage of complete perception. I put it to you, light fittings are the realm of sadists and arseholes.
Turns out a pair of worn out thongs (footwear) are not the best things to go running in Who’da thunk it?! Still, due to my amazing adaptability, I managed to do it without damaging myself. If anyone asked, I’m brilliant. And that’s important.
Today we went on a guided foodish tour of Cabramatta. This comprised of a super tasty Vietnamese luncheon and wandering past various food shoppes. We were also assured of being offered drugs (decline, the quality is poor and prices high…) and one of our number being stabbed. Neither occured, which was of great disappointment. I feel we missed out on the full cultural experience on offer from our destination, and I hope that next time our hosts can organise the locals to come out and really show their full worth. Still, I’m told the next food related jaunt will be here in Balmain, which means it’s coffee, coffee and coffee to start with, followed by the 13 pubs that are within staggering distance of my place here. Should be a good day…
I’ve been watching a lot of Scrapheap Challenge lately, which makes me feel a lot happier with being a part of the human race. Teams of people who can create, engineer and construct things from crap to acheive targets all within 10(ish) hours. Massive <3 to thems, they is the peoples what are awesomes. Innit. Watch it, anyway. To the aussies, ABC2, 6:30 every day (weekends included). To the rest… if you can’t find them, lemmie know. I can provide if required.