Since Twitter was bought and broken, I’ve stopped visiting and tweeting. I really miss the amazing quick-fire journal it was. I’ve established this blog tag, as the nearest place I felt comfortable continuing to publish my random observations or thoughts. Though it’ll never feel the same.
Why do they call them Hash Browns, and not Spud Nuggets?
(Random thoughts at a buffet, after Owen consumed his 12th or 13th hash brown – and before he asked if he could smuggle a few out in his pockets)
With that title, I realise this could be a long list. For now it’s just a single observation.
In my household of five people (3 adults), it’s become clear I’m the only person who knows the recipe for making ice. There are perpetual empty ice trays in the freezer til I notice the need for ice.
Maybe my family are close to the age where I can confidently pass on that secret family recipe.
I generally don’t think of myself as unintelligent. But today, during a meet & greet with a new colleague, I made a note of his legal studies major, where I incorrectly spelled “intellectual” (property).
This getting old stuff is really to starting to hit home. In the mirror I just noticed, I am getting wrinkles in my balding hairline.
Two singular activities I once never even anticipated for myself. Let alone them both taking hold simultaneously.
My boss messaged me to say “Have a good weekend.”
I really shouldn’t have rushed my reply, sending back “You tool!” instead of You too.
Pretty clear indication it’s time to leave.
I had a chance encounter with a former colleague. It turns out we work in the same building on different floors. It was quite a surprise, even more so that I remembered her name!
We were briefly sharing our work history since we worked together and she mentioned after our org she went to Mecca. I acknowledged with a knowing head nod, and mentioned that’s great. But it came as a bit of a shock, as I had no inkling she was Muslim. I thought her beliefs were quite the opposite, in some respects.
Back in my office I looked up her professional profile on LinkedIn. After we worked together she joined a company called MECCA Brands, that sells cosmetics and associated products.
I saw that my local council added what looks like a painted edge over the encroaching grass that has begun growing onto the loose gravel footpaths. I presume they had used this to poison the grass into complying with their urban landscaping aesthetics and order.
It’s uncanny and a little unnerving how identical the poison’s aroma was with the smell of permanent marker pen that my primary school classmates and I used to sneakily love to sniff when the teacher wasn’t watching.
I was following some quite extraordinary news of a ship bound for Jordan, which was carrying 15,000 livestock, remaining stranded off the Western Australian coast. The ship apparently sought to abort their voyage, on account of the increasing security risks posed to merchant ships travelling into the Middle East. This resulted in a sorry state of limbo for 15 days as groups debated on the appropriate action for the animals. Today’s update is the ship has now berthed at Fremantle Port to offload the animals.
When I first heard of the story, I assumed I knew who was behind the disruption to the live export ship’s journey:
Today I was trying to arrange an appointment with a receptionist for the latest spot on a Wednesday.
She found an available slot on the 14th of February, and was about to share the details but stopped herself, realising it was Valentine’s Day and said we could look for another day.
No need, it’s booked in.