Frigid is the Word
(…I choose to describe…all the feeling that I lost lying here right on my side… 32 points for the reference, 40 if you sing the original.)
This shall be known as the TMI entry. Well, the “winter has come” / TMI entry. For those of you who don’t like TMI, just don’t read this entry. Simple. Ha ha. Some will get a kick out of it, though, I think.
Winter has come. My bed is freezing, and when I wake up I can sometimes see my breath. That is not cool. It also makes me mimic Mr. Luke King, in that I wait until it is past the point of absolutely necessary to get out of bed to make it on time. Thanks cold. You made me almost late. I’m not taking the blame for this one.
Winter has come. When I ride my bike for a long time, I start to taste blood. Thing is - I can’t figure out if my lips are that chapped, or if it’s an illusion. I am betting illusion since I haven’t seen anything bad. I use what’s left of my Burt’s Bees balm. You know, I guess it is possible to blow your nose too much…but I don’t…and wouldn’t go there even if I did. Gross.
Winter has come. The bathroom at school, like most rooms in most buildings here, has no insulation. Pee steams. A lot. A whole lot.
Winter has come. Gastrointestinal distress is easier to deal with in a crowded but silent office. The kerosene heater will back you up, and no one will be the wiser, because the whole room smells like kerosene, or like an extinguished kerosene heater. Shhh. Silence is golden.
Winter has come. I have just started into my 3rd box of tissues, my 4th roll of toilet paper, my 2nd bar of soap, and my 4th new razor. I am learning how efficient I am at living alone, and it makes me think that I could, perhaps, become a professional assassin. Except that I am pretty sure the ability to kill people well is more important than efficiency - unless it’s efficiency in killing people.
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In other news, unrelated to the coming of winter, but figuratively frigid, BenQ has pulled the advertisement I found so distasteful, and has issued this apology (which is now all you will get on their website if you go):
This was a good move, BenQ. I’m glad you realized that you can’t keep the “your national trauma is my edgy commercial mise en scène” approach to advertising going. It will torpedo your
marketability, which is the exact opposite of an ad’s purpose. Apology accepted.
Today was a slow day at the office, since we’re still in the exam period, so I played about on the internet and learned about the clerihew, the higgledy piggledy, and other forms of comedic verse. I also watched people argue about whether or not secularism killed Russia and how the vodka problem happened. I read peoples’ reviews of the ISG report, and was incredibly bored, and not at all surprised. I found the above apology from BenQ. And I also decided to write a TMI entry when I saw that the weather has changed enough for pee to steam. (I discovered that on my own, in real life, not on the internet. Just in case you were confused.) That is all. Just thought I’d share. Feel free to reciprocate. Or not.
