Today, to my surprise, I found out that the first hit for cookie on google images (at the moment, anyway) gave one of my cookie photos. Seems it's been relayed by boardsus.playstation.com in some way. Dunno the details, but kind of fun anyway.

To celebrate, here it is again:

Here follows the depicted story of the well packaged chocolate creamish thingy ...

See? First there's the paper package. Then there's a translucent plastic container.


Following that, there's a plastic/metallic cover. You'd think it be enough then, don't you? But no... then there's a muffin protecting it.


Oh yeah, I almost forgot... it tasted OK, but the taste to package ratio wasn't that high, really.

Tasty picture?


(image courtesy of my sister)

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Hi, here's a shot of a kind of nice evening view. Also remember that evening is relative and that ducks can fly.

In an attempt to slightly improve readability, I have moved the date of posting of entries from the title.

I may change looks of the slog more soon if I don't get too bored with it.

Hi there. Today I'm posting my findings about the legendary mini-cake, as told by the really old human tribe, the mini-cakeians.

My findings is not so much astonishing as tasty. However, due to crudeness on my part, it looks a bit crude (scientific note: crudeness gives crude).

Here's two images:



The first one shows the normal Mr Mini-cake, the second one shows it with a slice eaten and a slice at the side. The mini-cake in the picture is about 3 cm wide.

The mystery of it all isn't so deep. First it's just a mini-brownie, then there's a layer of whipped cream, and just a small lump of jam on the top.

That's all about the mysterious mini-cake. Perhaps now the old mini-cakeians will be remembered like the heroes they really were.

Tune in tomorrow for an excellent^* post about a mini cake.

^*The post will by no means be excellent.

Here's a nice picture of expensive candy:


And here's another one, showing tasty insides:


The rhomb-one was most tasty, followed by weird white one. Last one wasn't anything special, really.

Have you got a slice of bread, some butter, whipped cream and jam? Then you can make a very tasty piece of toast.

Put Mr Slice of Bread in Mr Toaster, and toast it to whatever level you want. Then let Mr Bread lie a little and cool, but not too long or the butter might not melt. Apply the butter on Mr Slice. While it melts, take some whipped cream and jam, and stir it together. You can use any ratio, but I recommend more cream than jam. Then apply it on Mr Buttered Bread. The cream shouldn't melt. Eat.

I forgot one important point that I had done:

7b. Eaten ice cream and smoked ham together

Today (yesterday) I have

1. Slept
2. Eaten breakfast
3. Played poker
3b. Eaten candy
4. Eaten not breakfast
5. Played some mini-golf
6. Been rained on
7. Eaten not breakfast again
8. Played some not poker and not mini-golf
9. Written this

while I have not

1. Invented a way to cure cancer
2. Been fishing
3. Circled the moon in a space plane
4. Met with the world leaders
5. Been overly clever about clouds
6. Dyed my hair pink
7. Circumvented 46 locks
8. Spelled spell incorrectly
9. Taken a swim
9b. Kept up consistency in a good way

... having vacation.

But it's raining D:

What's going on?

I'm just taking it very, very easy. I shouldn't, really, but hey -- it's summer. And I can't seem to muster any energy to do any projects... for now.

Midsummer coming up. So.. I've been free to do nothing for three weeks now? Or two if you consider cleaning and playing Railroads! not nothing.

I'm not sure what the point of writing this is. I suppose I thought it better than not writing anything. Yeah.

Now you're thinking, "That's boring. You're boring everybody. Stop boring everyone!" (-- Homer Simpsons) so I will.

... freedom.

And weirdness. Strange. Yeah.

Now what?

That's right, I've gone surgical on another muffin, only to reveal what's inside it. But please, don't worry, its pain was kept low, as I, once I had photographed it, ate it quickly.

Also, my last exam (as long as I pass it, that is) is tomorrow, so I have plenty of reasons to procrastinate today. So maybe there will be more entries and images posted.

Elver: You know, humanity has commited a lot of crimes.
Elver: And genetics tells us that all humans are traceable back to about 200 or so that lived in Africa long, long time ago.
Elver: We should travel back in time and kill them before they spawn and commit those crimes.
Jolle: I agree.
Jolle: Do you have any means of time travel?
Jolle: (Except forward slowly)
Elver: I have an empty can of white beans and some fresh pancakes.
Jolle: OK, what would McGyver do?
Elver: Well, with appropriate tools we could mod these into a time travel machine.
Jolle: Right, so we need a rubber band.
Elver: At least, yes.
Jolle: I have a few.
Elver: Excellent!
Elver: Do you have pancakes?
Jolle: No.
Jolle: Shall I teleport the rubber bands to you?
Elver: Teleportation sounds good.
Jolle: Let's see. Do you have any means of teleportation?
Elver: What if you just put the rubber bands in the electric socket on your end and I would pull them out on my end?
Elver: Would that teleport them?
Jolle: I'm not sure. Electric sockets teleport electrons, don't they? And what does rubber bands consists of?
Elver: Electrons, mostly.
Elver: There are some other particles as well, but I don't think they're needed.
Jolle: Excellent.
Jolle: I shall start the procedure.
Elver: Excellent!
...
Jolle: Are you receiving?
Elver: There are electrons coming out of my sockets, but I don't think they're the right ones.
Elver: They taste like strawberry jam.
Jolle: Hmm. I have trouble inserting more than a small part of the rubber band into the socket.
Jolle: Maybe there's something wrong with the routing.
Elver: That could very well be.
Elver: I think we have to postpone our experiment.
Jolle: Yes, that seems the only option.
Elver: And because of our failure at science, humanity lives on in the past!
Jolle: Thus the crimes of humanity will have to persist some more.

OK, so the idea from the 16th would have worked better had I not been too lazy to actually get the stuff written :P

Still got some raw material, maybe I'll get around to do it one of these days. Or not. We'll see.

01:31. The title The Stupendous Adventures of Radcliffe the Ravenous passed through my head.

You might not have noticed, but lately this slog has gone boring and lifeless. In fact, so lifeless that was it spotted on Mars, no one would give it a second glance. Last night in bed I had an idea (I always have lots of ideas in bed, most of which I forget when I fall asleep) on how to remedy this situation.

All normal days are in essence the same and boring. You don't remember most of them. If you look back you don't think there were anything worthwhile to remember. You can keep a journal, and just write down everything that happens, but this is boring. It's boring to do, it's boring to read, and it doesn't serve any grand purpose entertainment-wise. It does let you know what you did on whatever day four years ago, which may be interesting. I've kept a reasonably basic journal from time to time, though currently I haven't written anything in it for three months. It's mostly boring stuff, but it helps me remember some things. But that's not the point. The point is that all these boring days, that you don't remember anything from, most of them had moments that were fun. It can be small weird stuff that happened, or funny things people said, or just fun ideas that turned up in your head. I know this happens to me, but I seldom remember anything of it some days later, unless there's something specific to remind me about it. Now, if a little time is spent to write this stuff down when it happens (like a sentence in a notebook), it can be reconstructed pretty well. Meaning it's possible to write a story that, for every single day, captures all the interesting, stupid, weird, fun and so things that happened. At which point you, if you haven't previously, understand what I'm thinking about doing in this slog. And I can't help thinking that this text is unnecessarily long, but so be it.

At 1:08 last night, when I thought about this, I realised that I needed three, or four, things for this to work. 1) I needed a notebook, 2) I needed a pencil, 3) I needed a camera (OK, so not strictly needed, but some things really need a picture), and 4) A computer (laptop is to be prefered). Fortunetly I had, as it turned out, all these things. The camera, notebook and computer was bulky though, so it needed some work. It still does. Some of it is in the story of today, that might turn up here tomorrow, or next Sunday (this just being a random day selected to represent a random day). But I digress, which while being a fundamental and important factor of this slog, isn't always a good thing.

Having had this idea in bed, and not wanting to lose it, and having nothing to write it down to, I refrained from writing it down on my skin, but instead got up and fetched my notebook (bulky version). Having written it down, I hoped that it would become the resurrection of truly stupid logging, and might one day be remembered as the stupidest every, and I was happy. Even my stomached agree by a soft rumbling (although this might just have been hunger).

At which point I could have gone to sleep, had I been good at going to sleep, but instead I was kept awake by a lot of, sometimes, related ideas. Now, it really is hard to sleep with a head bustling with fresh and possibly entertaining ideas, especially when I feel like actually doing something with them (most of my ideas are not fun or entertaining, but often just programming solutions or retarded .. or both, and I am seldom have lazy-values low enough to do something with them). So I didn't get very much sleep, but I got a great opportunity of being blinded by the a lamp I switched on to get some light. And so I wrote some more stuff down.

Anyone who has been writing while in bed knows that unless you kind of sit up against the wall or something, there's not much to rest the notebook (or whatever) against. And at the time I was too distracted to think about this, so I used the famous "let's get a knee here somewhere to rest this against"-position with extras (so, one leg, for comfort, rested up against the wall, the other one was bent over my stomach, its knee being maybe two decimeters away from my head, and then the notebook was against the knee). It turned out that this worked very well for the initial burst of writing, but then it posed grave problem -- it made my arm ache verily, which wasn't nice at all. The problem was really that my arm had to be on it's own without much support and, kind of, write upwards, although that's a very bad description. I'd like to issue a safety warning about this, but I'm low on ink, so let's move on.

So I'll try to write something from every day when I have made a note of something interesting. I shall try to keep it a bit more entertaining than the above (which doesn't even qualify as a pilot). Also, I might add, I have no intentions of sticking to the truth or the real stuff if something else is more fun or sounds better. Also, I should have written something for today, but this kind of got in the way, plus, this is from today. There were much things for this day, but it will most likely ebb off a little as some things get old (or I get busy, lazy, tired or just stop to care).

And that's a lot of text, and here's me wanting to add my view of the different kind of blogs there's out there, but there's no time for it now. But as no one cares about that anyway, let's call it a good thing.

Cheers.

(Disclaimer: I reserve the right to ignore anything I have written here.)