July 26th, 2003


My New Journal

My new livejournal is here.

Hopefully it will be self explanatory, but for those who are a little slow:
This is my personal journal, that is my writing journal, where I put fragments of stories and things like that.

Steal my stories and I have a pretty decent record of them and I will sue you lickety-split!!
Ha ha, you say. Dead serious, say I.
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Blessed Are The Cheesemakers

Okay, so I have some kind of in-built inability to cut cheese straight.

"So what?" I hear you cry. Well, the biggest problem is that it clashes with my in-built perfectionism when it comes to food.

All right, start over. I have an inability when it comes to preparing food, which clashes with my anal-rentetive food making nature, which is actually caused by my lack of food-handling skills.

It breaks down like this-
A) I am no good at preparing a meal.
B) I therefore have to follow meal-making procedures exactly (whether published recipes, printed on can, or just everyday procedure).
C) Due to point A I am unable to follow procedures exactly, which leads to a heightened level of anxiety when something, inevitably, goes awry.

Hence the cheese.

Cheese must be cut from the block into straight pieces, of even thickness.
But, naturally, I always cut cheese on an atrocious angle, leaving the block wedge shaped and thus necessitating the next slice to be deliberately of uneven thickness, lest the block eventually turn into a right-angled triangle.

"Why not buy pre-sliced cheese?" I hear you ask.
Because Emily and I have a kilo-a-week cheese habit. That's just cheddar (tasty for you heathens that think cheddar refers to those shrink-wrapped slices of tastelessness), it's even more if you factor in gourmet cheeses like Brie and Havarti, and more still when we've added parmesan into the equation. We even occasionally have cream-cheese, decadent if added in copious quantities to mashed potato.

I think I got a little sidetracked, but my point was: if we ate a kilo of sliced cheese a week it would cost three times as much for an already expensive habit.

"All that cheese is bad for you!" I hear you cry.
Well, I can't think of a witty retort, so I'll just have to agree with you on that score.
But at least I don't smoke.

Cheese tastes fantastic, and goes all lovely and gooey when you apply heat.
And it goes well with just about everything savoury and a great many sweet things too.
What more can you ask for in a food?

I just had toasted cheese and chilli (as in beef, beans and chilli-peppers) sandwiches.
Delicious. I highly recommend them.
Even if you can't cut the cheese straight.
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Rant reprinted from a comment to Jilavre

This is reprinted from a comment I posted to jilavre.
Please note, she didn't say anything anti-Christian to inspire this rant:

Here's a common scenario for me:
Chatting with someone about nothing in particular.
They flippantly say that Christian's are evil.
They almost choke on their chocolate milk when I say "so I'm evil am I?", astonished to discover that I'm a [gasp] Christian.

I'm the first one to bitch about the teachings of certain Christian groups; the bigoted views perpetuated by the claim that "the Bible says so" (when these people clearly can't even read).

I just don't understand why Christians are somehow a free target. If people made the same comments about Muslims or Jews or Aborigines or Librarians or Roleplayers they'd have a dozen people yelling at them for being a bigoted fool.

But on many occasions when someone makes such a comment about Christians, and if I'm not feeling in the mood to pull them up on it (reasoning that my breath is wasted on such people), I can't help but notice that most other people either just ignore this blatant bigotry or kind of nod in agreement.

Let's get it straight:
There are many different types of Christian, not all come to your house with magazines, not all are homophobic, not all tell you that you're going to hell just because you have black clothes on.

There are some Christians that give the rest of us a bad name, but the true meaning of being a Christian is that you love others and treat them with respect. That's all. How can you hate that?

I feel I should reprint this in my main journal now...
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