nothing really spring eventfully to mind

So I'm sitting here, watching people clean my mother's house... the person doing the ironing came in here a moment ago and I swear asked for 'henna' for this task. ancksunamun and I were both very confused until after a couple more iterations we realised the item in question was not actually henna to make everything nice and red when ironing, but rather clothing hangers with which to put everything away when done.
Don't know how that one got confused in the translation.

For some reason I don't feel like I'm in Queer As Folk at all. Perhaps I could cultivate that illusion by answering the phone with "What do you want, fuck off!" more often (more often than never).

I'm going to go to Indooroopilly to go to the "Pig & Whistle" this morning for socialisation with pussindocs and scattymatty. :)

Then, at 2pm this afternoon I have yet another lecture from the amazingly dull and boring ITB113 dude, in the dark theatre with bad aircon (so the urge to fall asleep rises as the lecture progresses).

recipie for... something or other

Well then, to be finished anytime soon we have to get started...

Aim:
For this particular experiment I will attempt to make a strong drink which will be indescribably weird (so as to deter other from drinking it), as well as to achieve a state of inebriation heretofore unknown to others of humankind.

Ingredients:

• an amount of soy milk disgusting to those who cannot stand soy
• real yoghurt, about 3 spoons or the whole tub, whatever's easier
• 1/2 punnet of strawberries
• 1/4 of a pear
• 1 teaspoon marinated weird ginger substance
• 30ml Kahlua
• (around about) 60ml Some other strong alcohol which is at this point unidentifiable

Method:
Blend together with some kind of blending device. Not for preference, but rather because it was the only thing available, I used a thing called a 'bamix' which is not unlike a large electric motor attached to a bar bearing spikes, and the spikes tend to mix the liquid with the chunks of fruit. At this time I prefer to take a swig of whatever alcohol is stronger to give the impression that playing with mains-powered electric motors with spikes isn't really a dangerous haphazard activity which could end in loss of life and limb, not to mention covering the ceiling with the aforementioned ingredients.

Conclusion:
Well, the drink definitely doesn't pass muster for those of us who don't like soy milk, as well as anyone else who isn't expecting strong alcohol and/or lots and lots of strong ginger. This should deter other humans who were expecting an easy ride at our expense as far as alcohol is concerned. As far as being as alcoholic as possible, this drink fails miserably.

I think I'm going to go and try the Inca Cola... some kind of weird Peruvian whiskey substance that my father has decanted into 500ml soft drink bottles.