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I have functional plumbing again! In fact, it’s even better than it used to be! And all it took was having no cold tap in the kitchen for a couple of days… To confabulate on that a little, what used to happen with the cold tap is that I’d have to turn it on about half a dozen turns, then when the water was gushing I’d have to turn it back five turns to get it to a reasonable flow rate. It also dripped incessantly, so I’d have to turn it off really tightly. It also had a second outlet and stopcock that could have a dishwasher or washing machine attached to it.. not that a dishwasher or washing machine would fit in my kitchen. Especially not where the sink is. On Monday, I was turning it off after.. something.. and due to my prodigeous strength, the inside of the handle basically disintegrated, leaving it mostly closed.. it had a fast drip happening. A few weeks ago the handle for the hot tap came off, but I bodged that back in place. Now that the cold tap was utterly munted, I figured it was a good time to call the rental blokes and get them to send a plumber out… so I did. I’d have tried it myself, but I’d probably have made it worse.. I didn’t know where to turn the water mains off, for one thing. Anyhoo, he came, he fixed, he left.. and now I have two new taps in the kitchen, a new shower rose and (hopefully) no more juddering/screaming shower pipes. Those I will test out later…

In other kitchen related news, I have been gushing to everyone about the wonderful culinary prowess I posess lately. Mainly cos I made chicken breast, grilled capsicum, pesto and parmesan puff pasty parcels for my dinner for the past few nights. They were super tasty. In case the reader has not have been gushed at, here’s how you can follow along at home:

Cook half a chicken breast any way you like. I kept it simple.. frypan, olive oil and a splash of soy sauce. Combine over heat for a while.
Half half a sheet of puff pasty thawed and ready to go. Place upon it the chook, some grilled capsicum, a slathering of pesto and parmesan to taste.
Seal pasty and paint/drizzle with beaten egg.
Bake at about 200C for 15-20 minutes, until it’s puffed and tasty looking.
Consume with desired amount of gusto.

The reason that it’s paint or drizzle with egg is that the damned den of disappointment down the road (or the local woolworths, if you prefer the latin) has been out of stock of pasty brushes for the past while or so. I’m pretty sure that every time I go there with something specific mind, they don’t have what I need so I need to compromise. It’s a lot like a Bunnings store in that regard. Somehow they can have a vast amount of stuff, but not have the item you need. They’ll have every possible related item, everything else that the vendor makes, an alternative item that’s not ideal but could be made to work… but not what you actually need. It gets a little irritating after a while…

Evil Fable 2 run is going well.. most citizens will run away if I look at them now. It seems that many aspects of the game would be easier if you’re being generally nice to people, but you stand to make more cash if you’re being nasty to people. Apparently the first game basically directed you along the being nice path, but there’s really none of that here.. you can be as nasty as you like with relatively few consequenses, if you’re careful.

In other game related news, Audiosurf is currently on sale for two and a half american buckaroos, so there’s no excuses for you lot not to check it out. You’ll need to have Steam installed so you can purchase and play it, but that’s both free and painless. It’s also a great way to purchase PC games, as it means you can easily avoid going outside and facing both bears and burning. I gushed about Audiosurf in the first post of the site actually.. it’s basically an interactive way to listen to music. Hard to explain adequately, simple to pick up and play. If you enjoy music, you have some on your PC and you like enjoying yourself, it’s for you. Is simple.

Sunbeams that shine down through the clouds are called crepuscular rays.

For some reason, the term ‘crepuscular’ just sounds like it’s to do with bottoms. Then again, it’d explain the whole ‘he thinks the sun shines out from his arse’ thing.