Painted Black, Redux. aka A Red Door.

It’s time for another post filled with randomosity! (Which, admittedly, I haven’t had many of but feel like it’s about time for one.)

This morning, I was thinking about beverages, the consumption of. Well, rather I was thinking about the refilling of glasses and such. Now, when we drink something, usually there’ll be a little left over at the bottom, the dregs so to speak. And especially in Chinese restaurants the waiters are, I believe, paid to burn their patrons tongues (not to mention palettes) with permanently hot tea, and therefore top up your little cup as frequently as possible.

Thus, I wonder, every time you top up a drink, perhaps 10 or 15 glasses down the line, is there any of your original drink left over? (I know this is the basic tenet of homeopathic remedies, but when applied to a common beverage…) So, is there a part of your drink which never, ever gets drunk?

I know from statistical probability and turbulent flow theory and Brownian motion, that the bit at the bottom is unlikely to stay there due to convection currents (besides random particulate motion), but nevertheless, due to adhesion, some ought to stick to the sides bottom and therefore never come towards the mouth…

It’s a scary thought. This little bit of whatever it is, stuck to the bottom of the glass, like the entrepeneur who thought the dot com business was a good thing 10 years ago and still thought it when he was forcibly evicted from his apartment 28th storey penthouse.

On a sidenote, Twix is awesome. Another sidenote, Sainsbury’s is awesome for selling Twix. Another another sidenote, Sainsbury’s prices are great. ‘Cos when you can get seven (technically 5+2 free) twinpacks of Twix for £ 1.50, well YAY. And Schweppes Diet Lemonade was going at two bottles for £ 1.00. W0ot! And as usual, Sainsbury’s juices are sold at 3l (i.e. 3×1l cartons, any 1l cartons) for £ 4.

Oh, in this post I’ve written one ‘o’ as a zero. If anyone can find it you get… well, nothing concrete but you get a choice between a fuzzy feeling of satisfaction and an e-cookie.

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Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.

Mick Jagger’s mouth is huge! And Keith Richard is awesome!

Richards made a cameo appearance as Captain Teague, the father of Captain Jack Sparrow (played by Johnny Depp), in Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End, released in May 2007,and won the Best Celebrity Cameo award at the 2007 Spike Horror Awards for the role. Depp has stated that he based many of Sparrow’s mannerisms on Richards.

- Wikipedia

I had no idea…

EDIT: I just realized Jack Sparrow’s ship is called the Black Pearl. Oh. My. God. PAINT IT, BLACK FTW!!!!! The Rolling Stones forever!

 

Painting it black.

Today I discovered that caffeine has an effect on me! In sufficient quantities of course.

This is a joyous occasion. This morning, I made myself a cup of coffee. And it was good. Thus was the beginning of my day. Milk in cup first. Coffee poured. Two packets of sweetenerrrrrr… I’m still slurring.

Then I went off to lectures. After one hour of maths, I was in serious need of serious ingested stimulants. Hence, in the cafeteria, I approached the instant beverage machine. So many settings. The unusual thing: one tab for tea, with assorted options; one for hot chocolate, no options; then: americano, espresso, double espresso, cappucino, latte, mocha, each with black, white, black with sugar, white with sugar. The world is beveragist. It was obviously an American machine.

So, since I previously thought I was immune to caffeine, I ordered myself a double espresso, black, with sugar. Finished it in about 6 minutes. Kicked in 10 minutes later. Dang.

On a sidenote, the AKC lecture for theology, philosophy and ethics today was about Christian art through the ages. Pretty pictures with lots of symbolism as one might expect. Before the end of the lecture I was already seeing crosses and triples of things everywhere. And not just from the coffee.

I now realise I have an extreme dislike of memes. Mostly this is because the main riff from the Rolling Stones’ Paint it Black was running through my head for hours. I actually like the song, but I didn’t remember which song it was until I got back. So, bad memes, bad!

After this lecture, I had another double espresso, because I am a masochist.

As a surprise for myself, I did not feel sleepy at 4.30 in the afternoon. This is odd. 4.30 is smack in the middle of British dusk. The sky turns all purple and stuff. My internal clock, which runs like a sundial, tells me that this is an appropriate time to get ready for the Zs. Today that internal clock was ravaged and vandalised by a bunch of rabid xanthines and hence couldn’t tell me nothing. I didn’t feel sleepy at all. So that’s cool. Caffeine works. Wow.

I’m also happy to report that caffeine’s supposed diuretic (urine production stimulating) qualities are not understated. I required use of the W/C 300% more often than usual.

When I got back, after dinner, I made myself another coffee. I am a masochist. Dang.

The W/C calleth.

Oh I discovered the name of that Rolling Stones song by exhaustive trawling through my music files, which, as any normal teenager will know, is as time consuming as approaching the event horizon of a black hole.

 

Flyin’ High… [Meesta, it's getting bloody high up heah!]

[For those who haven't watched this yet: Invisible Girl.]

On Saturday, I bought a 2l bottle of Sainsbury’s Cream Soda. Sorry, make that Sainsbury’s Diet Cream Soda. If this is the diet, I NEVER want to taste the original flavour. Because that would make my brain run out my nose.

If you take one can of spray whipped cream, spray it into pure carbonic acid, then filter out the whips and the cream, then you get Sainsbury’s Diet Cream Soda. If you then drink the resulting mixture, you get high. And I was listening to the Beatles at the time. Woah. Talk about trippy. I don’t remember much, but there you go. Damn people running around in the hallways at 2 in the morning and making me wake up and drink biochemical weapons…

On a sidenote, that’s really not on another side of anything but rather on a completely different thing altogether, I recently discovered that my sense of hearing shuts off when I am eating cereal. I have a bowl of Frosties. As usual, I am listening to the conversation of whoever happens to be beside me when I sit down. They’re talking about sisters or something.

I start eating the cornflakes. The next few minutes are a blank in the ear department. Then when I’m done, suddenly, ‘-eah I’ve been on rollercoasters before.’

I must perform further experiments to confirm this phenomenon. I will control the type of cereal, speed of eating, thoughts that happen to ramble through my mind and any other factors that I may come up with.

This message was brought to you by Sainsbury’s Diet Cream Soda and Kellog’s Frosties.