How I wish I had a bigger house to put things in, or a 30,000-employee company to seat, so that I could buy some stuff at the Marks & Spencer head office sell-off auction.
A whole building for sale! And this office included a restaurant, doctor's office, dentist's office, and gym.
How about a kidney-shaped refrigerated servery with automatic plate lowarator, gantry lighting, teak veneer base and grey marble top (lot 1140)? I hate doing my own plate lowarating!
Or something simple, like 1 artificial bay tree 6ft in navy plant pot and a light oak hat and coat stand (lot 2083)? Lot 2575, 2 abstract boating scenes? Lot 7010, 1 Nuveix 'Trophy 708X' x-ray with CCX digital timer including upright integral x-ray viewer? Lot 7134, 1 Crymed liquid nitrogen supply tank? Lot 7158, 1 York trampoline?
And you can even bid over the web (for a 3.5 percent fee).
So, basically what I'm saying is, you're all getting Epson overhead projectors for Christmas.
Power to the Peoplettes
Some awesome oldskool '70s women's movement posters from the Chicago Women's Graphics Collective.
Now you're all riled up: Tell Sorrento to Stand Against Sexual Discrimination.
Thanks, Florian, whoever you are, for tagging a link to the sweet and funny sorryeverybody.com.
The Internet was supposed to make communication between cultures, countries and peoples painless and easy... It doesn't. Rarely do people on the internet apologize. I thought it was high time. The world needs to understand that there are people in America who don't like what our government is doing. And from the mail we're receiving, there are people in the international community who appreciate this.
Also, come on, it's kind of amusing.
Aw! Thanks you guys! You rock.
Flora-pomodora
If you know me, you know that the one thing I really hate is raw tomatoes. I have always hated them, no matter how many times I am encouraged to "just try one bite!" They taste like barf, to me. Tomatoes are like potatoes, goes my refrain: they only taste nice when cooked.
So, I suffer in the world of monochromatic salads. And how boring to dislike the foundation of such gorgeous-looking foods as insalata caprese.
So what joy to discover that the curse has been lifted! Maybe it's something in the water, because after a trip to Italy last summer, I have been knocking back the raw tomatoes in unprecedented amounts. I have eaten so much caprese that I've made myself sick.
I can't explain it...there was no moment of epiphany, so maybe my tomato-barf-flavour-detecting tastebuds are just dying. But I don't mind! It's worth it to be enjoying something so new to me.
I've decided that rather than go insane a million times over at the US election results, I will focus on the positive. So, let's make our own countries maximally good.
Let's support freedom, healthcare, happy families and excellent live music.
For Canadians: make room for all the nice Americans to move to, and then the rest of it can be carefully levered off, and Canada can join its Mexican neighbours to the South.
For the wannabe foreigners in the Great Satan, here's a fun article:Electing to Leave (Harpers.org)
... You can simply register your own boat under a flag of convenience and float it outside the United States' 230-mile zone of economic control. There, on your Liberian tanker, you will essentially be an extension of that African nation, subject only to its laws, and may imagine yourself free of oppressive government.
Happy day!