Posts tagged ‘toys’

Oops

I have no material for today.

Sucks. I know. Imagine how I feel.

Anyway, granny forgot some groceries, and needs to go for a spin…

Meanwhile, I’m working on a few half cooked ideas for next week.

Take care, A.

Wine

You don’t need a reason to taste this delicious drop.

Have a nice weekend.

Vacation post…

Currently we’re on vacation in Italy, Bibione to be precise.

Weather is awkward (more rain in two nights then in an average July, while nice and hot ask day long), food is really great (which I will pay penance for during workout once back at home), but the most amazing thing is the headwaiter

If you’re not an all inclusive vacationer, he treats you like a second class citizen. He’s ALWAYS there, no off day. And he’s a little … not clumsy per say, but comedically forgetful and preoccupied.

We told him our room number, so he could find our table.

Which he forgot during the conversation.
Twice.
Then he asked again, with the wrong room number, for confirmation of the beverage order. He seems always preoccupied, as if he was from a Louis des Funnes film, a caricature of a headwaiter.

But he’s real.

Hope you’re having a great time, take care, A.

Getting philosophical…

Sometimes I wonder, am I the reflection of him? Enacting his thoughts and wishes, not in charge of my own fate, but merely the natural reaction, the logical conclusion to the actions of mirror Ben? If not, how does the man in the mirror feel about this?

Snow!

As an urban saltminer I rarely get to see snow these days (thanks global warming), which is good. Usually even the finest sheen of crystalline Dihydrogenmonoxide brings the city to a grinding halt.

No matter how far in advance the weather service tells us that it’ll snow, no-one is prepared. Not public transportation, not drivers, even the bicycle creeps.

No. Fraking. Body.

Which explains why Vienna always seems so peaceful and quiet when it snows. 😉

Take care,

A.

Cooking pro-tips III

Real men drink responsibly, just one vessel per day…

Roadrage 09. Sept.

They made this.
This exists. Outside. On the road, not a training course for kids.

On a bicycle lane, exclusively for cyclists.

Let me rephrase that: They made real markings for cyclists!
The one group of traffic participants who frequently ignore traffic lights, traffic signs, and, most importantly, any and all markings! Who think traffic laws are loose guidelines or recommendations and safety gear is for loosers who actually value life and health.

They have shat out taxpayer money, to paint teeny-tiny cyclist markings on a bicycle lane, to make the one group of traffic participants that could only be more dangerous if they rode bikes made out of solid plutonium, feel safer.

Why?
Why on earth would you do useless crap like that?
What will be next? Signs for blind people not written in Braille? “If you’re blind, please look out for traffic!”

I would not put it beyond these stupid people. 

After all, those must be the same Schmucks who came up with the flashing red lights and high pitched beeps when the subway doors close, to deter people from jumping in at the last second, after thirty or fourty years of not having this. Did it actually stop anyone from jumping in at the last second?
NO!

Will the bicycle lane markings achieve anything except wasting taxpayer money?
NO!

I wish I could grab power in this stupid country, and mop the floor with all those mouthbreathers from the political extremes left and right. There would be no refugee crisis, just a welcome. There would be no road markings for cyclists, just hefty fines for driving on the road without a licensed vehicle, without safety gear, and no license…

Take care, and dodge the two wheeled menaces,
A.