You know it’s going to be a good meal when even the vegetables taste like they’re bad for you.
It’s meals like this that make me happy I married you.
Month: October 2012
My arm, in all of its tattooey goodness
2 sessions, upwards of 11 hours of work. Love it!
Tired Bean
All that walking around in the fresh air during the day makes for a tired bean at night :-)
People here keep trying to kill me
I bought some cough syrup yesterday but I found that I can’t take it with the antidepressants I’m on. I went to the pharmacy this morning, after my voice left me, to go get some syrup I could take. The pharmacist gave me the syrup I bought yesterday. When I told him I couldn’t take it, our conversation went like this:
– I can’t take that one.
– you sure?
– pretty much
– let me look… Clickety click…. Hmmm. You’re right. Those two don’t play nice together. Hmmm. That’s the only option you can really have…
– so I need to stick with halls?
– umm, yeah. Hope it doesn’t last for too long.
From XKCD
Saving the boobies with porn!
Made me laugh:
Hey, we all love boobs! So this October, Pornhub will donate 1 cent for every 30 videos viewed from our big-tit and small-tit categories. The more videos viewed, the bigger our donation will be to a breast cancer research charity.
Well, that’s good service for you…
We phone up the Southern Cross grill, a restaurant that’s next to the hotel. I ask for a chef salad, no tomatoes (allergies) and a dressing that doesn’t contain garlic (allergies). We go to pick up the food, get back to the hotel and find that I’m 0 for 2. My salad has tomatoes and the dressing reeks of garlic. I phone them up to complain and the guy on the phone says, and I quote, “well, what do you want me to do about it” in a completely dismissive and derogatory tone.
How about a refund to start with? Or at the minimum an apology, you fucker?
So yeah. Southern Cross grill, if you read this, you suck.
Lots of pain, lots of gain, not enough sleep
Got woken up at 4:15 this morning by small person still on uk time. Left for Montreal very early to get my tattoo started. First session a smashing success, even though I was in considerable discomfort for a while. EMLA cream works wonders, but only where it is applied. The piece is bigger than I expected so the extremities were not anesthetized. Those were also the FUCKING PAINFUL bits. We had a 4 hour line session until I wimped out and cried for mercy. I’ll probably need a 5 hour shading session next week but I should hopefully be better creamed up and less jetlagged…
Met up with Michel afterwards for beer and sushi. Sadly Tokiwa/Bishoku isn’t there anymore. End of an era. We went to Takara instead, where I had my first proper meal, that wasn’t a sandwich or junk food, since Sunday evening. Mmmmm, sushi.
Back at the hotel now, after 4 hours of pain, 4 hours of bus travel and 4 hours of yawning in Michel’s face (sorry!).
Need sleep now.
Night. Nighttaszzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Random thoughts of a sleep deprived mind
Chocolate milk in Québec is so much better than its British counterpart the UK version should go hide in a corner in shame.
I can’t stop giggling when i run across a brand name I haven’t seen in years, like palmolive soap and Neilson milk.
SQUEAKY CHEESE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jetlag is a bitch
Flight ok, customs ok, baggage claim ok. For all of the aggro we went through yesterday, customs didnt even look at the visa!!! They barely even glanced at the photo page and then potatostamped a ramdom page. Oy vey. Anyway, were here in one piece, if a bit worse off for sleep.