As much as I’d love to leave my entry about Sharon at the top, so that everyone saw it when they looked at my blog, I thought it was time to post a new entry.

Reflections

All of us that can look into mirrors see reflections, that’s a common fact. However, can you see reflections when you look into glass? I can. I’ve never really heard anyone say that they can see reflections in glass, so it’s always made me feel like I’ve had some sort of special power.

When I look into glass I see through it, obviously, but I can also see a reflection of what’s infront of the glass, as you would with a mirror. It’s very faint during the day, and is brighter at night. Just wondering if anyone else sees this?

If so then damn you! I wanted to be special.

The trouble with CSS is that sometimes the completely wrong things can appear in the completely wrong places.

CSS is basically the backbone of HTML, which will apply a particular style to all webpages with that style applied to it. It makes managing and creating websites much easier.

This is something that came to me just now. Although I’m not entirely sure how to articulate it.

In English cuisine you have the ’sunday roast’, which I’m sure most people are aware of. Now, the type of meat you have generally varies: Chicken, turkey, lamb, beef, pork… Ok, people will venture to duck and everything else, nevermind. Basically, when you have lamb you’ll have mint sauce (if I remember correctly). However, if you’re not having lamb then you generally won’t have mint sauce, because it isn’t traditional.

If you like one thing, and you like the other, why not have them both together regardless of tradition?

I like peanut butter, and I also like bacon… I’d have no problem with eating them both together in a sandwich. I seriously don’t get how people can like, say, two things, but when someone suggests putting them together, they’ll be all “eurgh, that’s gross.”

Ever seen those cookery programs with the ‘upper class’ people eating the food… And they’ll basically go into an anatomical discussion and review of a fucking yogurt or something. Discuss weight to calorie, or whatever. That sort of critique of food really, really annoys me. I can’t stand the snobbery of ‘upper class’ people eating food. It makes me want to tell them what I think of their caviar and make them eat Super Noodles for a month.

Rant over.

Someone bought one of the new “CocaCola Zero” drinks home for me… So I wasn’t with them when they bought it. I’m assuming from looking at the bottle though, that it’s a replacement for Diet Coke.

The label says:
“great Coke taste… Zero sugar”

I think they did this because kids will naturally avoid anything that says “diet” in big letters, and simply want to cram in as much sugar as they want to… So CocaCola made a “cool” new name for their diet coke, guessing that kids won’t see the diet, and will instead see “Coke Zero” and buy it.

I guess it’s another one of those stupid health & safety things that this country is dominated with, kids could get diabetes, so let’s deprive them of all their sugar and everything.

Diet Coke is absolutely disgusting. Coke without sugar is like pasta without sauce.

Just thought it was comical that they renamed their Diet Coke (presumably) to try and get more people to buy it.

For those of you who I do speak to online, just to let you know, I find cryptic messages very easy to discover and make sense of, so don’t bother using them. If you have something to say to me, just say it…

I’m not an insect person. I’m not a huge fan of things that are very small, that have more legs than I do, and crawl about. However! I can very rarely bring myself to kill an insect, bug or anything. Spider, moth, fly, whatever. I think killing them is very cruel, simply because they’re with in {distance} of you is harsh.

I hate moths in my room. They scare me… As do spiders, and any other bug. However, the thought of killing one simply because it’s in my room is always something which makes me feel bad.

A while ago I remember telling my Mum there was a spider in the kitchen. It wasn’t bothering me, or anyone for that matter. It wasn’t even big… It was just a spider in the kitchen. Now, both my Mum and I share the same fear of spiders. When I made the simple statement that there was one in the kitchen, she got up and killed it. That made me feel like I was entirely responsible for its death, and I felt quite bad about it.

Whenever I study a situation, I always study it metaphysically. I look at things with no aspect besides raw power and energy, and think… That spider is no different from a human, in metaphysics.

When people kill moths for flying around a room at night: Is it a moth’s fault that it’s naturally attracted to light? Would you kill a human for breathing? No? Then why kill a moth for being in your room? Just ’cause it’s smaller than you, and it’s annoying you by flying around the room. I’m sure the moth is pretty damn pissed off with you too, flailing that newspaper about, and leaving your window open when your light is on. Lightbulbs burn, you know!?

I think people should learn to have a bit more appreciation for living things on this planet, regardless of what species they are, what colour their skin is, how they talk or what they do. That includes eachother. Moths were born attracted to light. Humans were born to breathe. There’s no difference, really.

I’ve always enjoyed food, especially if I’ve made it. I’m a huge fan of Italian food, and generally, sandwiches!

Now, in the past 12 months or so I’ve taken to making sandwiches late at night, to quench my hunger. These sandwiches slowly got bigger and bigger. They started at bacon, then went to bacon and egg… Then more bacon, and more eggs, etc.
Now, however many months down the road, I’d just finished what I’d say was my best sandwich yet:

- 1x Burger bun (seemed like a good idea)
- 3x Rashers of Bacon
- 1x Fried Egg (although there should’ve been more)
- Cheese
- 2x Slices of ham
- Garlic & Herb Salad Dressing (sounded good!)

I cooked this and piled it all inside a now crushed burger bun, and enjoyed. I should have taken a picture, but I was too busy in calorie heaven, and had to devour it before it disolved. It was gooooooooooooooooooooooood!

One day I might try and beat this guy…

Everyone has heard that famous question:
“What came first, the chicken or the egg?”

Someone asked me this today, and for the first time I gave a constructive answer:

Considering the question is “what came first, the chicken or the egg?” and not what came first, the chicken or the chicken egg, this means that the question is simply refering to any old egg. It is common fact that reptiles hatch from eggs, and dinosaurs are reptiles.

Now, as we have done some scientific research, and we are thus relatively sure that the chicken didn’t create the dinosaur (although that does bring a somewhat adverse and intriguing image to mind), we can therefore safely say that the egg came before the chicken.

To conclude the answer to this question, I’d say that the chicken was merely the evolutionary result of a genetic malformity from some other form of avian creature.