my life so far... (well yesterday anyway)
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joexnzOh yeah now I remember
Stage one of world domination (well at least making my corner of it more cushy)
Alan in UK
Status: complete
Stage two of bid for paranoid conspiracy glory
TGJ in UK (though for different reasons obviously)
Status: in progress
he’s coming over in a couple of months to go uni crawling (as opposed to kerb) to see about doing his Phd
Stage three of accumulating groupies and acolytes
Megan the Magnificent Marketing Merrkat in UK
Status: must send more bribes
Stage four of lair with props and general villanality
Anyone else, Colin and Maria?, Miche and David (there was archaeologist job at Monuments Scotland a while ago)
Status: this stage is currently in revision and may be abandoned as desperate and untenable.
I got power puff girls t-shirts, two of them one in red and one in white and pink
thank you gamer
Mum and dad came and picked up the car, had dinner, roast chicken in the oven. My mother did feel the urge to point out that it would have taken half the time in the microwave and as is was my house this fell on deaf ears (though I notice the energy bill reasoning wasn’t bought up). My mum had two children, my father, anywhere between 3 and 5 cats and a house to look after and a part time job. Also Janet (who I suppose as a friend of my mothers is technically one of the hoard of pseudo aunts I have, but since I got older I’ve stopped calling them that) pointed out last year that my brother was an incredibly fussy eater. So cooking was a chore for my mum she never really liked it in the first place and having everything else as well meant once we all liked something we got it once a week, usually with rice and especially if it took under 20 minutes and came from a sachet. Since the kiddies have left home, things have got more gourmet. I grew up with a lot of stuff being done in the microwave (including me doing 1 minute cheese sandwiches for about 6 months when we first got it). My flats in dunedin both had microwaves, but none of my flats in Edinburgh have and as I’ve only really had to cook for myself I’ve got used to not using one. (Not that me and gamer have a widely varied diet, it’ mainly steamed veg, meat and a carb on a plate) and it just never occurs to me. Especially when it comes to roasts, you can just stick them in the oven and leave em, put them in the microwave you have turn them, hope they don’t get stuck or leak every where. It was def one of my better roasts the meat is usually really dry in the Sunday ones.
Stage one of world domination (well at least making my corner of it more cushy)
Alan in UK
Status: complete
Stage two of bid for paranoid conspiracy glory
TGJ in UK (though for different reasons obviously)
Status: in progress
he’s coming over in a couple of months to go uni crawling (as opposed to kerb) to see about doing his Phd
Stage three of accumulating groupies and acolytes
Megan the Magnificent Marketing Merrkat in UK
Status: must send more bribes
Stage four of lair with props and general villanality
Anyone else, Colin and Maria?, Miche and David (there was archaeologist job at Monuments Scotland a while ago)
Status: this stage is currently in revision and may be abandoned as desperate and untenable.
I got power puff girls t-shirts, two of them one in red and one in white and pink
thank you gamer
Mum and dad came and picked up the car, had dinner, roast chicken in the oven. My mother did feel the urge to point out that it would have taken half the time in the microwave and as is was my house this fell on deaf ears (though I notice the energy bill reasoning wasn’t bought up). My mum had two children, my father, anywhere between 3 and 5 cats and a house to look after and a part time job. Also Janet (who I suppose as a friend of my mothers is technically one of the hoard of pseudo aunts I have, but since I got older I’ve stopped calling them that) pointed out last year that my brother was an incredibly fussy eater. So cooking was a chore for my mum she never really liked it in the first place and having everything else as well meant once we all liked something we got it once a week, usually with rice and especially if it took under 20 minutes and came from a sachet. Since the kiddies have left home, things have got more gourmet. I grew up with a lot of stuff being done in the microwave (including me doing 1 minute cheese sandwiches for about 6 months when we first got it). My flats in dunedin both had microwaves, but none of my flats in Edinburgh have and as I’ve only really had to cook for myself I’ve got used to not using one. (Not that me and gamer have a widely varied diet, it’ mainly steamed veg, meat and a carb on a plate) and it just never occurs to me. Especially when it comes to roasts, you can just stick them in the oven and leave em, put them in the microwave you have turn them, hope they don’t get stuck or leak every where. It was def one of my better roasts the meat is usually really dry in the Sunday ones.
