True… how true…
Tag: random shit
That just made my day
[15:50:07] Joe Foster: Gillian has washed my passport again, I won’t be in on monday I need to go to Peterborough to get a new one in time to travel with Juanan to Utrecht.
[15:50:10] Joe Foster: huzzah
[15:50:24] Richard Cote: ROFL
[15:51:12] Richard Cote: Why do you insist in keeping your passport in your pants?
[15:51:24] Richard Cote: you’d think you’d know better by now :)
[15:51:28] Joe Foster: because I dont carry a hand bag like a woman
[15:51:53] Richard Cote: at the price of emergency passport replacement, you might want to invest in a man-purse :)
[15:52:24] Joe Foster: and destroy my million pound street cred?!!?
[15:52:35] Richard Cote: what street cred?
[15:52:44] Richard Cote: you’re as white bread as they come
[15:53:19] Richard Cote: hell, I’m old and fat and have more street cred than you do :)
[15:53:27] Joe Foster: sure…sure…
[15:53:38] Richard Cote: tattoos count for something :)
[15:54:30] Joe Foster: So does being in a band, and being a champion drinker.
[15:55:49] Richard Cote: I will grant you the band thing is cool
[15:56:01] Richard Cote: but is unfortunately cancelled out by your magic geekery
[15:56:33] Richard Cote: Comic-book-guy has no street cred.
[15:56:44] Joe Foster: I agree the magic counts against me, but it’s more than outweighed by my partying skills and general banter.
[15:57:31] Richard Cote: true, you’re not completely white bread. You can call yourself Hovis 50/50
[15:57:46] Joe Foster: I can accept that, granary is for noobs.
[15:57:56] Richard Cote: I shall henceforth refer to you as BOB
[15:58:23] Joe Foster: gah you sound like my parents
[15:58:31] Joe Foster: they never call me joe, always bob.
[15:58:45] Richard Cote: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
[15:58:58] Richard Cote: your parents rule :)
[15:59:08] Joe Foster: they kinda do.
Revisiting the list, from a looooong time ago.

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Happy… Belated…… Birthday…. Captain Kirk!
William Shatner has cemented himself into geek science fiction lore forever. Yesterday, he began his ninth decade on this planet – yes, Captain Kirk is now 80 years old.
One of my more random impulse purchases
I love the for-sale list on campus. The amount of weird and wonderful shit that people routinely buy and sell is simply fantabulous. Just today, this came up for sale:
Beautiful Hand Made 4 Tier Celebration Cake for Sale
The cake is here on campus.
Freshly baked, chocolate and baileys flavour.
Basically, it was for sale because the chef is going to make a wedding cake for a family member and this is the practice run.
So I bought a cake that would normally be sold for £180 for a fraction of the price :D
EDIT: Oh, and as a side-note, I’m told that the topmost tier would give 8 large portions. We might have cake for a while…
EDIT:
[14:33:24] Joe Foster: heheawesome [14:33:40] Joe Foster: looks like its about to topple over, or is that the design? [14:33:49] Richard Cote: by design, doofus [14:34:23] Joe Foster: i have no idea about wonky cake design [14:34:44] Joe Foster: i am a victoria sponge man, anything more is voodoo to me. [14:36:18] Richard Cote: I should have Katy give you a course in the proper nuances of cake :) [14:37:37] Joe Foster: nuance schmuance, its victoria sponge or gtfo. [14:41:19] Richard Cote: what about lemon? chocolate? chocolate and orange? [14:41:42] Richard Cote: there's a whole world of cake out there to be explored [14:41:43] Richard Cote: philistine!
EDIT: Crap, it has marzipan in it. I was specifically told that it didn’t contain any nuts :(
EDIT: Well, ok. After some cake surgery, I was able to remove the marzipan and shave off the outside layers of the cake. It was a hell of a job and took all of our tupperware to store the results. Jaysus, that’s about 30 pounds of cake!!!
Most random email of the day
From Peggy, the EBI receptionist:
I have three packages with no name on, they contain:
An umbrella
Some toothpaste
A navy blue capIf you are expecting these
Please come and collect them
:)
Gives a whole new meaning to food porn.
I’d be curious to see that. Then again, I’m a pervert :)
‘Naked chef’ to debut on Hong Kong adult channel
A Hong Kong adult channel is set to debut a cooking show headlined by a nude host who will prepare Cantonese dishes wearing a transparent apron — an apparent bid to encourage more men to cook. Host Flora Cheung will start each 30-minute show shopping for fresh ingredients in the city’s famous wet markets, undressing once she is back in the privacy of her studio kitchen, the South China Morning Post reported.
Cheung, who admits she has never worked in a restaurant kitchen, said she hopes the risque show will draw more men into the kitchen. The first episode is set to air later this month. “I have always liked cooking and I thought I should share (the) enjoyment with more people,” the 26-year-old told the Post. “Most men don’t like to cook, but I want to get them interested… From shopping to cooking — it’s the whole shebang,” Cheung added.
The host promised that her tailor-made, transparent apron won’t leave much to the imagination. “It covers pretty much everything but hides nothing,” she was quoted as saying.
Kittens and boobs FTW!
This is so full of win!
Tis the season to get bad porn
Merry Festivus, everybody!
The one-pound burger experiment
Katy and I sometimes watch Man V Food as filler TV. The show is about a man who roams the US to face food challenges that local restaurants host as a matter of course (like eating 5 pounds of chicken wings in 30 minutes to win a t-shirt, an 8 pound sirloin steak to get your picture on the wall, or a 6-pound hoagie with 2 pounds of fries). So yeah. One TV critic describes it as the food version of Jackass. Every time we watch the show, we’re half-and-half drooling at the food that’s being prepared and appalled at the waste generated and the idiocy of it all.





We decided to do our own version of the silliness today. I made us a one-pound burger, with a quarter pound of bacon and three slices of cheese, topped with fried mushrooms and onions, pickles, lettuce, mayo and reggae reggae relish all on a grand rustique loaf. It was really good. It was huge. The scary bit? It’s not even in the Man V Food league in meal size. Still, it’s not something that I’m planning on doing again any time soon. I’m still stuffed from the thing!