I think it is fairly evident that the only time I will ever update is on the weekend. And the weekend is here – hurrah! Time to crack open the most excellent bottle of cleanskin sauvignon blanc, pump up LCD soundsystem on the stereo and warming some rather scrummy looking DJs beef & guinness pies1.
beef + guinness & some lamby-style pie (I want to say moroccan, but I may be mistaken). Don got beef + guinness & venison + dijon (see footnote)
Judging from the queue at the pies and cakey counter, I think everyone in Sydney decided on DJs pies for dinner tonight. The weather was inclement and freezing – perfect pie weather.
The less said about the work week, the better. I should mention that I did get to lay some smack down (ever-so-nicely, of course) to someone who heartily deserved it, which made me feel all warm and gooey inside. I think I need to do that sort of thing more often … can you smell what The Carol is cooking?
Yes, I know I said that the less said the better about Marie Celeste, but it’s been a very, very long time since I have shared one of those Marie Celeste anecdotes (golly, probably the mrs hardly blog), and this was too good to resist: Anxious Mum (one of the 3 others in my restructured team2) informed us, quite insistently, this afternoon, that 1 cup of (oh, say) sugar, is not the same volume as a cup of (say) milk.
Now, granted, I’m no scientist, but I thought volume was volume was volume.
I have lost 2.5kg in the past two weeks, by doing nothing other than I ordinarily do (gym every lunchtime, no alcohol on [most] weeknights), which is just 76 kinds of awesome. I can almost fit into my pants of 12 months ago – woo!
Note to self: do not confuse chopping block with trivet
Quite strangely, at least 40% of my hits (that is a total guess), are from that Faith No More lyric I used as a title in August last year – people must be rather disappointed to find me as a result. I’m the second hit in google.
Note to people who want to increase their page rank: quote lots of song lyrics.
This was perhaps the biggest overstatement I have seen in recent times:
underwhelmed.
If you have made it this far. Can you recommend a super-fabulous RSS reader other than GoogleReader or bloglines?
1which, at 9.52pm are still warming in the oven, because, someone participated in impromptu work drinks / bonding with colleagues (well, Don’s are: mine have been drunkenlyphotographed and enjoyed).
2I really do need to compile that who’s who list. And Gods, I update so infrequently that I don’t think I even mentioned the last Marie Celeste restructure.
It’s pie weather here but I made those a few days ago, so tonight we’re having stir fry.As for volume…er…maybe someone who actually knows about these things, could give you an answer, but I thought that the volume would be the same because volume relates to the space that something occupies. But weight or density could be different?
I don’t even understand what I just wrote. Not helped by a stray comma.
Originally, we thought she did mean weight, so we’re all like, “yeah, 1 cup rice would weigh more than 1 cup feathers”. But she was totally (very) insistent that 1 cup of rice was a different volume than 1 cup feathers, so really, you needed different sized cups for whatever it was you were measuring – which, I’m kind of sure, is crazy talk.
yes, crazy talk indeed.
oh that looks sinister – I just posted a comment for the wrong post, that’s all – I reposted it in the right place.
Hey, if you (or anyone) wants to leave random comments like the removed one all over my blog, you should go right ahead – especially if they are anything to do with my general fabulousness!