Satanic pizza sex

The utterly unique Randy Rainbow released this a couple of weeks ago on Twitter, and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. So I’m sharing it with you, so it’ll worm your ear, too.

De gustibus

Whenever I see something like this, I always wonder about the backstory.

What aspirations shaped the original purchase, and what disillusionments paved the path to being left out for trash day?

Same with Tuesday’s pic of items for another trash day. What’s the story behind acquiring that picture, and what changes led to just chucking it out?

Gotta be something.

 

 

Moving messages

Time for some more vanity plates, I think. (I haven’t been taking walks any longer than to the end of the cluster and back, so no new photos.)

 

 

Street art?

Well, someone was having a clean-out.

 

Gratitude Monday: meals without a spoon

It took me about a week to go through the frozen dinners I’d stockpiled for knee replacement recovery. (As an aside, let me just comment that I grotesquely underestimated the recovery period, because I had about eight of them.)

But in point of fact, I didn’t care, because I have completely lost my appetite. I haven’t had anything for breakfast since 25 January; perhaps three or four days since then I’ve managed some yoghurt around midday. And except for those frozen meals, dinner has been soup. (And a can of Progresso soup is two meals.) I just don’t care.

Well, last Wednesday I discovered that it apparently takes my gastro-intestinal system two weeks to empty out; I spent the day in some distress, but here I am, so all’s well.

Still, I don’t want any repeats of that. Friday evening I got kabob takeout, because it “tasted” good in my mind and I thought the rice would be easy on my stomach.

It did taste good, and I got three meals out of it, so it was a good investment.

Also—I’m now at the point where I can walk both up and down stairs in the normal fashion—step, step, step, step (as opposed to step, match; step, match). I remind myself that I’m still short of one month out from having my knee carved up like a pumpkin, so I'm taking both these things as wins and reasons for gratitude.