Category Archives: Lush Life

All I want for my birthday

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In answer to Stiletto‘s inquiry, all I want for my birthday is this:

Well, except for the sock on the jaw. Wouldn’t your life be just intrinsically cooler if everything you said was witty and subtitled, even if it was just in English?

Ah, but who will be my Nicky?

Anyway, that’s what I want, along with dinner at Delilah’s or yeah, maybe Connor Butler (gotta luv a six foot punk rock blond teddybear chef who greets you with “HEY WOW RAINCOASTER’S HERE!!! I mean he actually calls me raincoaster), and a nice bottle of Bombay Sapphire, Plymouth, or the now-discontinued and hence rare Malacca gin from Tanqueray. Oh, and a bottle of Campari and a bottle of Cinzano red vermouth, because those Negronis aren’t gonna make themselves, baby!

That’s what I want.

What I’ll probably get is something more like this:

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Apache!

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Some days the world makes even less sense than usual and you are left with three choices: fight it, float with it, or forward the agenda of mindless insanity that bubbles forth from the accursed, lipless mouth of the blind idiot god Azathoth at the heart of all things.

Guess which we picked!

Ladies and gentlemen: Tommy Seebach and his Danish disco dancers!

and no, they’re not actually topless but it sure can be hard to tell on these old kinescopes, eh?

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in Socialist Canuckistan, gravy beats YOU!

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Canadian Flour Well, I knew this about Canadian beer, but never about Canadian flour.

Apparently, our four is so strong it comes with a warning. This brings up several questions:

  • Should pregnant women can our cookies?
  • Should those about to operate heavy machinery dump our dumplings?
  • Should drivers spurn our scones?
  • Should you be 18 or over and able to produce ID before enjoying the sublime pleasure of snarfing our cupcakes?

Or, much as our booze cautions apply largely to American tourists, do these warnings only apply to the British?

The scientific background, from inkycircus:

see the flour milled from wheat grown here in the UK is weak, meaning it is low in the protein gluten… all in all, lots of gluten makes for a good loaf. and the wheat comin’ outta the canadian breadbasket (our prairie provinces of Alberta, Saskatchewan and Manitoba) is STRONG.

Strong like tractor!

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Co-opted, or Co-mmando?

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Sometimes it can be hard to tell the change agents from the uncle toms. Like with Squiddy here…

an inside job

From the New Yorker (which does not have it online at the mo) via inkycircus.

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quiz: what kind of coffee girl are you?

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Well first off, I never knew coffee to have gender, except low fat vanilla lattes, which are exclusively ordered by thin women with highlights. Second off, this quiz is crap. But I thought if I didn’t post something in the blog soon a search party would be sent out, and you know how I hate any kind of fuss. Let’s just say there’s been a bit of drama lately.


You Are a Plain Ole Cup of Joe


But don’t think plain – instead think, uncomplicated

You’re a low maintenance kind of girl… who can hang with the guys

Down to earth, easy going, and fun! Yup, that’s you: the friend everyone invites.

And your dependable too. Both for a laugh and a sympathetic ear.

What Kind of Coffee Girl Are You?