The depravity of online booking, scams and other things. (Rant)

The depravity of online booking, scams and other things. (Rant)

Sorry. I have censored myself. I shouldn’t rant. One piece of advice though: Don’t let your guard down with money. Even if you don’t value it that much.

Timing!

Timing!

Dear reader, I bring to you an smoking insight into the art of blog posting. I have some valued information coming steaming out of the virtual presses that clank and blast at the bottom of the vaults of the internet. These papers say that sometimes it is more about when you post, that what you […]

I don’t know.

I don’t know.

OK, OK, a little dirt down my trousers but we’ve unearthed this blog. Phew! *wipes sweat from brow* Hold the light a little higher! Here it is, kinda yellow, poor thing, abandoned. An affair of shakier times. Why I am taking it back, you may wonder. I don’t know. It won’t sprout. It does no […]

Oh, No, ‘Tis The Season!

I keep finding absolutely everything too much of a bore to write it down. I mean, there was a flying sausage terrorizing us, which later turned out to be a chipmunk; there was the fascinating series of romanced lucid dreams that visited me during the past weeks; there was the wet peregrination in the rain […]

I Bow No Haircuts.

I Bow No Haircuts.

I dread haircuts. I try to never get them. Once in a while, though, I forget why, and, as if possessed by sudden madness, I surrender to the scissors. I wanted the sightliest of trims. I even brought a picture. The only available lady seemed impatient, yet she wanted to cut my hair. I accepted […]

A Toad in a Hole.

A Toad in a Hole.

See, this gentleman here was found in a hole. He managed to dodge a shovel digging in a small garden, because the whole thing is to be removed and paved with stones. I captured it, and asked for ransom. I wanted his toadstone, but it was a family heirloom. I gave him a plastic half […]

Call The Midwife and a Pool of Tears.

Call The Midwife and a Pool of Tears.

I have been watching the BBC’s Call The Midwife, and crying every time. It is a terrible sight, to see how a 23-year-old young man can crumble under the crushing weight of something so densely emotional. I wasn’t even that fond of babies. I always considered them too snotty. Neither I thought I would grow […]

Overtaken

Where else would a Gingerbread Man live but here? More of Whole Cake Island. Sentient things and edible buildings? I saw it and bought instantly. You see, I have the secret whim of visiting Japan alone, in the future. If I know Japanese I may be able to roam about aimless and eat sweets. Maybe […]

Talking to The Rocks. 

Today I remembered I have a blog. I had to check twice to make sure I didn’t have some pot plant dying somewhere, or had run out of meat for the vultures. I took my camera, and rations for three days, then I went outside to find some rocks to talk to. I like rocks […]

The Advent of Some Sugar.

The Advent of Some Sugar.

Greenery shies, out my window, but I dance. I’m happy, I don’t know why, and I find surprising that two good songs in my streaming service are called ‘Sugar.’ I fear that, instead of complex emotions, I have only the two sides of a coin. An uncooperative, rumbling, gloomy frown gives way to a brimming, sugary, […]