back to the comforting clicky-click of one’s keyboard, one could spin fanciful tales of homely cakes that one encountered in the wintery sou’-eastern wodge of this great land.

instead i shall spleen about some ridiculous developments in the field of convenience foods that i’ve seen advertised in the last couple of days.

1 the “café menu” range recently introduced by a prominent instant coffee conglomerate includes four varieties of cappuccino (eg. sweet cappuccino — “authentic café quality coffee targeting younger drinkers, those new to coffee or those who prefer a sweeter, milkier cappuccino”), and perhaps too many flavours of latte, the stupidest being the chai coffee latte. it’s not even the (you might think) tautologicality of the name for a milky tea drink, it’s that it actually is a coffee beverage blended with a spice mix of ginger, nutmeg and cinnamon.

2 the newly-implemented flip-top lid on tubs of ice cream. apparently this makes it “easier”, though the ad didn’t specify what exactly we would find less challenging. certainly, i was more puzzled.

who thinks up these things? argh!

i’m sure these are at last partially responsible for the worrisome dream i had last night. my recurring stress dream, i might have mentioned, is my teeth shatter and i chew on them, grinding them down like broken seashells. a few years ago, i bit into a stale rice cracker, and part of my molar did break off, around an old filling; i sat there a while wondering, am i dreaming, or am i awake and my tooth just broke. argh! my other stress dream, which i’ve had maybe twice, though several years apart, is where i can see parasitic worms floating around inside my stomach, and also involves walking through a shiny white laboratory with stylish stainless steel table lamps.

in last night’s dream, i realised too late, as i was getting a sandwich for dinner, that the pearl jam show started in half an hour, and it would take me at least an hour to get there. and even more horribly, i had forgotten to go to the previous night’s concert, and had also forgotten to sell my spare ticket. i believe i may have sobbed. somehow, i made it there in time, and my only concern was how a short person gets a good view of the stage. phew.