A true flash and bang kind of show
The next time you watch fireworks, and wish that the show had lasted a little bit longer, shed a tear for the folks in San Diego. Due to a miscue, the eighteen minute spectacle was condensed… to a tidy but bright eighteen seconds. Or if you wish to have the auditory version – Poof!
Speaking of fireworks, our mayor has found another battle to fight. The Man of La Mancha has decided that the series of pyrotechnical shows which used to take place over by our local waterfall will not be moving into “his harbour”. So much power in one little man (both on a physical and intellectual level). I won’t throw stones, because they might bounce of “his shield of invincibility”.
We had home made ice cream this evening. And it was very good. And I don’t understand how the process functions, but there’s something about cold meeting dairy, while something stirs, and I’ll want more tomorrow. That’s how ice cream works. And you can even invent your own flavours, which means that the whole summer might turn into a discovery of what my favourite essence really is.
There is chatter about a new Mini-iPad. If the price plummets, I might finally join the happy family of appolytes. Yes, a new word. Apple can license it from me, for the price of one new, “small enough to fit in a pocket” tablet. With unlimited apps. Remember to read the fine print.
I threw away a pile of magazines, books and socks. Today. Yes, the times are changing.
