The Horse of Happenstance

Before going any futher, I need to mention the stange phenomena which occurs about ten feet behind me in the office (yes, I get to call it the office. No, its not the massing of thousands of haters wanting to stab me in the back). Its the fact that one man has forever left me with the ipression that the entire tech type computer nerdy team is made entirely of scousers. Its not, there is only one man who is from liverpool. But if he was any more of a man from Liverpool, he would succumbing to various well published and circulated stereotypes with which you are all familiar. He's just so loud, he seems to be the entire team ANyway, I digress. Well, I do that a lot.
The picture, if it has worked (if not, its a picture of a beetroot) is to pay homage to my failed food attempt last night. Having successfully boiled, skinned and prepped said veg of red, I followed a recipe for beet n pasta. It tasted bland. In fact, it went out the far side of bland and hit a new wall, that I like to call Bororand. Mightily tasteless. Pickled, this beast is fine, otherwise I recommend it not. Also, its inherent properties of colour are not really desirable. Much.
Ooh, the door went whump. This can only mean that my erstwhile co-habitor and long suffering girlfriend is back from her weekly sign language class. I shall greet her, possibly with tea, and go and hide the leftover rice from dinner which I want for my lunch tommorow. Yes, I know you read this S, but hey, its too late now. I regret NOTHING!
Rice is Nice.

I'm frying, look ma I'm Frying!

Yes. Oh yes. They gave me a job at Banner. I think its beent wo weeks, but the worrying thing about the job is it seems to sort of flow by which means no worrying or pressure or anything, sdo quite frankly its fine. Fine fine fine. Furthermore, hitherto and whatsoever, thats all I have to say about it. Its one of those kind of jobs which just sort of is, so i think I can cope with that for a while or so.
On other subjects, my birthday has passed, thank god, and I got japenese foodstuffs which I got taken out for, which was superb. Its sort of different to Chinese food. Significantly so. It doesn't arrive in the same way, and has different tastes. They aren't so hot on the msg, and sugar tends to be kept low in the shadows. I had a funny deep fried salmon curry, and pork dumpling things, and a sweet rice cake filled with bean curd for pudding. That was cool. Its like a little parcel made of stretchy chewy paste made from rice. I like. I like the versatility of rice, its a good thing.
What else? I bought the Dead 60's album, which is plesant but not bum droppingly brilliant. I have found great joy in Joe Strummer and his mescalaeroes, posthumous though it may be, and have been consuming much of him. I am also in the midst of Haibane Renmai, and Neon Genesis Evangelion which are combined fun from birthday spoils. The first brough to you by the man who made Serial Experiments Lain, which can only be plus. The second everyone should know, and if you don't its something that should be discovered independantly, because it makes it all the more awesome.
I need more t shirts. I think I only have four which I wear with any regularity.
Fwang.