Google Chrome, that is, but it's just as pimpin' as any other homophones of the same word that might have crossed your mind. It's got a simple interface and feels faster because all the adverts told me it was, but the best part of it is that everyone else is using I.E, and I feel like I'm really technotastic because I've got my own little operating system. It's like a line it this awesome rap - 'these self proclaimed kings bragging 'cause they own Chrome.' That's me.
Tell you something crazy awesome - I was sifting through my pockets for change a couple of weeks ago, and I pulled out a ten penny piece. Only it wasn't a ten penny piece; it was a Franc that had been coined in 1976, and the internet tells me it's actually a Swiss Helvetian Franc, and would be worth a bit of wonga if it was maybe 70 years older. I also found a Guernsey 20 pence piece, which isn't strictly legal tender but is accepted by most banks. I've put them both in a little compartment of my sister's semi-precious stones shelf, and I think I'm probably collecting unusual coins now. I guess I'm so awesome that the universe had to balance itself out by making me a little sadder.
Tell you another interesting thing. I've had the pleasure of the company of a one Alex Kasper Du-gal for the last few days, he is a great and long-standing friend of mine. We were going to make some flapjack, because that's what hard men do, but the shop down the road had no golden syrup. Upon discovering this, I bought some 'Limited Edition Vanilla Ice Cream' Krusha (that awesome stuff you put in milk to make milkshakes) This was two days ago, and I finished the Krusha yesterday. Just to clarify, this stuff's like fruit juice cordial, only you put less of it in, and I don't think there was even enough milk in my house to make enough instant milkshake to deplete a whole bottle of the stuff. This would be partially explained by the fact that I had a flask-full of straight Krusha, because (at a stretch of imagination and naivety) it loosely resembles whiskey and is kind of strong tasting and bad for you. So yeah, I'm wondering what the effects of drinking a bottle of milkshake cordial in a day could be. I'm sure we'll find out soon.
There are still kittens in my house, and they're still adorable. One was playing with a stick that belonged to my cat yesterday and lost it, so the cat ran into the front room, drove him into the floor and mauled him with his hind legs. Mostly my cat's a really good mum, and cats are kind of supposed to beat up their kids a bit - it teaches them the harshness of life. If you're confused by the persons in that last sentence, we call our female cat a 'he' most of the time, because we're too lazy to change our perception of his gender.
My dad has also been teaching kittens about the harshness of life through several educational challenges like 'Escape from this really tall basket I just put you in' and 'Sit inside this closed fireplace for a while'. I've been helping him out with a good bit of 'Tolerate me rubbing my nose on your tummy while you're trying to sleep.'
All in all, the kittens have a sweet existence and an enviable lifestyle. A kitten day is separated into fighting, sleeping, hiding from mummy, following mummy around, being beaten up by mummy, climbing on stuff and finding a new place to defecate every time the litter box is moved to your previous spot. Cid (who you should know by now is my cat) just meows a lot, and seems quite affectionate but also a trifle bewildered.
Whelp, today is another banging day, and I'm leaving in about an hour to scoot to Duncan Tarrant's house, where I shall meet with him and David Glover to do man things. Speaking of man things, I have the next hour to eat breakfast and lunch. I'd compress the two into brunch, only I'm not some kind of healthy eating pansy.
Also, notice the poll to the right. It's poorly designed, but possibly the only one of any real consequence the blog has yet seen. For once, I am seriously appealing to your opinion. Google Chrome does not know the word 'blog'.
