In fact… this is the limitation of my tea drinking:

• Generic tea with milk + sugar
• Generic tea, with honey

Yes.

That’s it.

Seriously.

I FAIL at being British!

So, and I’m not convinced this will actually work particularly well (especially given that I have no idea how many teas are easily accessible), I aim to sample at least… 20 different teas by the end of the year. That’s about one a week I have no idea how well this is going to work, but we’ll see what happens.

I’ll figure out the rules later, I guess.

For now, any hints, tips or suggestions would be great!

I made bacon cookies today! I also made a mess of the kitchen! The latter is gone, the former on their way out.

Here is the recipe for it, if you are interested.

EDIT:

That’ll be a resounding Yes! Expect many public posts to be tweeted from now on

Ever wondered what Stephen Fry narrating RnB would sound like?

No. Me neither.

But darkwaterfairy has found out:

On a cool, clear night (typical to Southern California) Warren G travels through his neighborhood, searching for women with whom he might initiate sexual intercourse. He has chosen to engage in this pursuit alone.^[6]

Nate Dogg, having just arrived in the east side of Long Beach, seeks Warren. On his way to find Warren, Nate passes a car full of women who are excited to see him. Regardless, he insists to the women that there is no cause for excitement.

Warren makes a left turn at 21st Street and Lewis Ave, in the East Hill/Salt Lake neighborhood^[7], where he sees a group of young men enjoying a game of dice together. He parks his car and greets them. He is excited to find people to play with, but to his chagrin, he discovers they intend to relieve him of his material possessions. Once the hopeful robbers reveal their firearms, Warren realizes he is in a less than favorable predicament.

Meanwhile, Nate passes the women, as they are low on his list of priorities. His primary concern is locating Warren. After curtly casting away the strumpets (whose interest in Nate was such that they crashed their automobile), he serendipitously stumbles upon his friend, Warren G, being held up by the young miscreants.

Warren, unaware that Nate is surreptitiously observing the scene unfold, is in disbelief that he is being robbed. The perpetrators have taken jewelry and a Rolex Watch from Warren, who is so incredulous that he asks what else the robbers intend to steal. This is most likely a rhetorical question.

Observing these unfortunate proceedings, Nate realizes that he may have to use his firearm to deliver his friend from harm.

The tension crescendos as the robbers point their guns to Warren’s head. Warren senses the gravity of his situation. He cannot believe the events unfolding could happen in his own neighborhood. As he imagines himself making a fantastical escape, he catches a glimpse of his friend, Nate.

Nate has seventeen cartridges (sixteen residing in the pistol’s magazine, with a solitary round placed in the chamber and ready to be fired) to expend on the group of robbers. Afterward, he generously shares the credit for neutralizing the situation with Warren, though it is clear that Nate did all of the difficult work. Putting congratulations aside, Nate quickly reminds himself that he has committed multiple homicides to save Warren before letting his friend know that there are females nearby if he wishes to fornicate with them.

Warren recalls that it was the promise of copulation that coaxed him away from his previous activities, and is thankful that Nate knows a way to satisfy these urges. Nate quickly finds the women who earlier crashed their car on Nate’s account. He remarks to one that he is fond of her physical appeal. The woman, impressed by Nate’s singing ability, asks that he and Warren allow her and her friends to share transportation. Soon, both friends are driving with automobiles full of women to the East Side Motel, presumably to consummate their flirtation in an orgy!

The third verse is more expository, with Warren and Nate explaining their G Funk musical style. Warren displays his bravado by daring anyone to approach the style. There follows a brief discussion of the genre’s musicological features, with special care taken to point out that in said milieu the rhythm is not in fact the rhythm, as one might assume, but actually the bass. Similarly the bass serves a purpose closer to that which the treble would in more traditional musical forms. Nate displays his bravado by claiming that individuals with equivalent knowledge could not even attempt to approach his level of lyrical mastery. Nate goes on to note that if any third party smokes as he does, they would find themselves in a state ofintoxication almost daily (from Nate’s other works, it can be inferred that the substance referenced is marijuana^[8]). Nate concludes his delineation of the night by issuing a threat to “busters,” suggesting that he and Warren will further “regulate” any potential incidents in the future (presumably by engaging their antagonists with small arms fire).

via wikipedia, via gooseofserenity, via darkwaterfairy

by ~aleena on deviantART

That is all.

Sorry I forgot your birthday last year, blog.

Congratz KuroKitten!

Except maybe they do. A bit.

The first is Mark Isham’s ‘Building a Family’, as featured in the movie No Reservations (which I recommend watching, by the way).

www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOHPZ39aJ3U

The second is Hey Monday’s ‘How You Love Me Now’.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfrXIPRZIiU

You might not hear it straight away, but listen to this bit of the first video again. Hear it now? Or is it just me?

It did not start out life like that.

Initially, I was raiding the fridge looking for stuff to eat and then feel guilty about, when I discovered I had some fresh ginger in there. Randomly decided to chop it up… and then had no idea what to do with it. The Internet, in its infinite wisdom, suggested candied ginger in syrup. It ended up being a very very thick syrup though, which quickly hardened to a sort of lolly pop consistency. Hmm.

Back to the Internet for ideas, I put more water into the lolly pop mix and boiled again. Then, for some reason, I was inspired to attempt to make fudge…

I may have mentioned on here before, or I may not have done, but fudge is one thing I have tried to make about a million times and failed every time. This is following recipes. So what hope was there really for me trying without a recipe, just adding milk and butter and seeing what happened? As it turned out… I came quite close! I don’t yet know what went wrong (if I did I’d be able to make fudge by now!), but I’m almost certain the quantities were off. I mean, I was guessing them! But even so, it seemed to be successful… until I took it off the heat, left it to cool for a few minutes and then attempted to pour it. The Internet suggested beating it a little bit to thicken it… which had I done for about 5 seconds less would have worked perfectly. As it happens, I have crumbly stuff. I don’t know what it really is, tbh.

But… it’s tasty! Despite there being very little ginger in there, it does taste a bit strong. I’ll take that into account in future… if I ever dare make it again

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In other news…

My revision is supposed to actually start today. I’ve done some for the past few days, but that was merely meta-revision, i.e. downloading revision material and making pretty spreadsheety goodness for tracking my revision. But today is the first day of actual revision in my timetable!

I’m slightly excited. This is literally the first time in ever that I’ve tried to do ACTUAL revision! Let’s see what happens :3

In other In other news…

A public post? That is not Twitter?! ZOMG!

*falls over*

www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRLS4pWCjGw