every so often i check statcounter because i love the data. and the metadata (actually my favourite).
this is the first time i’ve checked and had a visitor from every continent except antarctica. it does count but i haven’t been pushing many antarctica related posts. maybe over the summer holidays i’ll buckle down and win them over.
far more regulars come from western countries but i like it that one person in south africa came, stayed for two minutes, looked at how to open those erotic books (back in pron 13) and had a nice little read yesterday afternoon.
i’ve had the whole week off this week because of illness. i went in on thursday and was sent home after about half an hour. admittedly i felt better on friday but since i’d already had four days off, it seemed better to sit in my dressing gown, eat vegetable fried rice and watch house.
realising that there’s two weeks worth of things to catch up on i probably won’t do the lot, but as a taster – this happened today:
first thing this morning, one of the nice, quiet girls in the classroom came up to me and said “look what my mummy did”. she rolled her sleeve up and had three big gash marks across her forearm. i asked how it happened and she said “mummy was giving me a bath last night and she was drunk. she was shaving my arms and cut me.”
some kid in another class slammed a door against a staff members head as they were walking through leaving a nasty bruise. he was excluded for four days and his mum was called to come and get him. she declined and said she’d had enough. his dad turned up, went absolutely mental, calling him a “stupid fucking sod”, “worthless piece of shit” etc in front of the other children and staff. the dad dragged him out of school. we later got a report that he took his son round the corner from the school, threw him to the ground and then threw the bike he cycled to school with, onto him. we called the police, social services etc.
a mum turned up late to collect her child after school. drunk. again.
a dad of one of the kids in my class came up to me after school and asked how he’d behaved. i said he’d been disruptive in assembly twice, but owned up the second time. his dad said that he’d had just about enough and was ready to leave (the family). he then sort of slapped him lightly across the back of the head and face.
i’ve been asked to keep a log of one of the boys in my class because his family aren’t washing their children. the other children are now noticing and starting to call them names.
oh, and on a lighter note – one of the girls in my class spat on another child in assembly.
imagine a burning sensation so strong combined with the saltiest thing you’ve ever tasted – balancing each other out into a fucking disaster , and the worst thing i have ever put in my mouth. i only ate half a bowl, and that was mainly out of pity.
i knew something was wrong when the egg fried rice i cooked tasted a little funny. the eggs are on the last day so i thought they would be fine.
i was trying a new version of kung po chicken recommended to me by mr. tang. i was using the directions from another kung po and the paste he recommended. it called for salt with the cooking wine (half tsp, marinate) and what i put in must have been close to a tbsp. i wanted some cut chilli’s in for the proper kung po look – he’d already said not to use dried chillies because it would be too strong. so i used fresh ones.
the paste looked okay but as soon as it hit the wok i knew it was going to be fucking spicy. my eyes watered. i was prepared and had some juice standing by. it was straight from the wok so i knew it would be hot. i didn’t expect the salt and almost spat it back into the bowl. i looked again at the original recipe which called for sugar. i went back into the kitchen and heaped a couple of teaspoons into the bowl and mixed it around.
no good.
the worst thing is i’ve got at least three more bowls of this stuff.
[edit - after speaking to ed he recommended looking up a fix, which i did. potatoes are widely suggested, but i don't have any so the next best thing was ketchup. a ton of it. its not salty any more but is still the spiciest thing i've eaten for a while]
i bought etw as a reward for surviving another week of teaching and have played my first full game this weekend. i’m only a few turns in (playing as the brits) and have just taken mysore with too small an army. i’m now spending every turn fighting off skirmishers that are stopping production in my gold and gem mines causing me to lose money. so i have to send in the line infantry, crush the rebellion and try and rebuild before the next round of attacks. meanwhile, without the funds to spend in the americas those bastard hurons are picking away at florida and georgia. i haven’t even started developing london yet.
i can sort of imagine a group of old timers sitting around in 1714 wondering what to do about those blasted maharatta’s and i’m reminded of eddie izzard:
“cause we had it, the british empire, and we lost it by going “oh, do you think so?” and, umm…a lot. and “oh, really? have they?” there was a lot of that towards the end of the empire. “are you sure?”
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