oh it’s winter. the sky is clear blue and there are birds chirping outside. if my washing machine wasn’t broken i could be putting a load on and then spending the rest of the day smelling clean laundry ripening in the sun. the repairman is coming today “after twelve”, which i got the friendly service desk lady to narrow down to “anywhere between twelve and three”. sigh.
yesterday i queued for half an hour at medicare to claim $100, and then queued again (20 minutes) at medibank for another $100. i was just down the street from krispy kreme, but when i walked past all casual-like, the line was out the door and onto the street, and i just didn’;t think i could queue anymore, not even for donuts.
instead a brisk stroll brought me to il gianfornaio, where a slice of mushroom pizza was had, and two sicilian canoli packaged up to go: one with a dark chocolate custard and the other with fruit-and-chocolate-studded sweet ricotta. there was also a bottle of fanta, the remains of which i have just realised are still sitting in my mr friendly backpack next to my foot, instead of in the fridge for later.
[ puts fanta in fridge ]
so, the new fanta label says “now with 5% fruit”. mysteriously there is not too discernable a difference in the taste of fruitless fanta and what is now described as a “fruit drink”. i suppose it’s 5%… what? healthier? i definitely didn’t feel as ill as i normally do after drinking a bottle of fanta, but i suspect that has more to do with me just drinking a quarter of it.
i am rambling. why am i rambling? sleep deprivation?; maybe i need some juice. or fanta.
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don’t get me started on sweet ricotta canoli. being 1/8th italian one feels one should get free canoli but alas, the canoli purveyors see it differently. surely having sicilian connections should get me some perks … no? on the $300 envelope printing job … is there still software that creates and accepts eps files?
by that reckoning i would be privy to an endless stream of dumplings, gratis, when i sit down at bodhi. alas.
well. the software that accepts eps files (and only eps files) is on a computer in a hole-in-the-wall printer’s office in surry hills. me, i use freehand.
also, sweet cheeses! that canoli was tasty.
I don’t know why, but your site really cracks me up. Especially the photo with you posing like a granny choosing vegetables at the market.
rawk on soldier!
yes sir, thank you sir. you know, the squinting in granny-mode makes the worm holes and brown edges on vegetables appear much clearer.
I walked past Krispy Kreme on a Friday night around this time, and the line was not only out the door, but down a couple of blocks. I’m deadly serious. It was bigger than Sydney’s biggest nightclub on the biggest clubbing night of the year. It was phenomenal, at least a hundred people waiting.
I don’t think they’re that great.