Monday, February 12, 2007

crookies from cookies

jen came up this weekend. i won name the nautiloid as i am ace (it's name is now zoidberg) and earned cookies as a reward. the batch was that big she filled the oven a few times.. when we were shopping for ingredients i was like.. all that chocolate is going into the one batch?! when i tasted one, warm from the oven, i nearly slid into a diabetic coma. couldn't stop stuffing them into my mouth. now my shit has chocolate chips and smells disturbingly good. we ate stuff from the garden. made pita pizzas. made olive and blue cheese quiche. drank the rest of the toxic UNICUM hungarian digestive liquer that i have had for atleast five years (it tastes THAT bad).. watched the old BBC hitchikers guide to the galaxy.. we also frocked up and walked to the isolated cemetery in the next town collecting bones and feathers in the rain.. and MAAAAAAAAAAN ripped off.. i rang the observatory in nearby Talbot and asked what we had to do to get some telescope action.. no booking necessary he goes just look to the sky round nine and make your way here if it's clear.. i said i'd ring to see if it was clear over THERE before leaving.. so i did.. and he goes well, how many of you are there? he went on to tell me a bunch of bollocks that could not fool me into thinking anything other than the fact he couldn't be fucked opening the observatory for two people.. he could have told us before jen decided to stay another night just to go there (like when i actually rang the first time asking what we had to do to get in).. before i spent a few hours begging the clouds to go away, fantasising about viewing real planets for the first time.. even MAKING UP SONGS about how excited i was to be going.. LAME FUCKER!! he's lucky punches don't travel through the phone line. i was LIVID.. poor jen.. so anyway.. if any of you would be interested in a sci fi party that includes a trip to the observatory, let me know and i shall set about organising some geeky fun-ness.. there's also a hedge labyrinth about ten minutes from here that i think would lend itself fantastically to a venetian carnivale day.. but we'd SO have to organise THAT properly.. one zany gathering at a time i guess.. i sense a drop in my mood (or new, crazily high blood sugar level) i must rectify this situation with more of the EVIL cookies of SATAN!

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