Tuesday, November 12th, 2002
One Of Our Birds Is Missing
I could have sworn I bought a package of chicken breasts on Sunday whilst grocery shopping, but I can’t for the life of me find them. I even remember taking them out of the bag in the kitchen and putting them in the fridge, intending to separate them out later. Now? Nothing. No chicken in the fridge, the freezer, the trunk of the car… I figure there’s two possible scenarios. 1) I never bought chicken in the first place and am going slightly mad, or 2) they’re lying somewhere in the kitchen hidden from view, waiting to unleash some pungent assault on my olfactories in a day or two.
The Toronto Star has done an overhaul of their website to go along with the redesign of their print paper. About bloody time, the old site was god-awful.
Mark has bought himself a happy happy fun fun iPod and is showing everyone in the office how cool it is. It is cool, I won’t dispute that. I can’t ever see the day where I will be arsed to convert my CD collection into mp3 format or invest in the hardware necessary to tote it around. In ten years, I will be the equivalent of that crazy old guy down the street who extolls the virtues of vinyl and reel-to-reel. I can’t wait.
Addendum – The chicken has been recovered. It was in the fridge. Under tortilla shells. All I can say is that they were well-hidden and I was in a rush this morning. But alls well that ends well.
np – Robert Pollard / Not In My Airforce