Tuesday, December 29, 2009
The bags were stuffed in other bags rather tightly and as I reached in to pull one out there was an explosion of these light, white plastic flakes (not unlike the white peel on the outside of a garlic bulb) that kind of freaked me out..
Following the initial shock, I realized the shreds must have come from one of those bio-degradable plastic bags and crumbled to the touch fairly easily. I have no real way to wrap (no pun intended) this post up, other than to say the technology works rather well. Either that or I've actually had the bag for twenty years and it was beginning to decompose anyway.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Inside the stocking was tucked a small box of Lindt Lindor chocolates..
The dust you see on the box is from a Noodle Time flavour pack. I'd already thrown it in the garbage when I decided to write this blog.
We both started howling! I said those chocolates must be at least a year old and I just finished eating them! To which she replied, "I don't think chocolate goes bad." I said, "Well, they were delicious!" More hilarity ensued. I guess what had happened was, when I brought my loot home from Mom's place last Christmas (or possibly the year before) I had put in in a large plastic bag which I store in this closet. She found the stocking in one of them when organizing the spare bags and threw it on the desk, obviously without a note. I guess milk chocolate doesn't go bad after a year because I feel alright today...physically anyway. The brain may be another matter..
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Friday, December 11, 2009
On Friday night I came up with the bright idea to try and name every band or concert I'd ever seen. After completion of the list (I may have missed a few) I realized I had a little blurb or memory about some of them..
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Happy Time, with "feel good sensation" and "bamboo" milk (for stiffness, maybe?). I didn't really need any but it was too funny to pass up...and it smells great. Suuure I didn't need any..