Space Bread

This week I found out that, according to an astronaut, in space you are not allowed to have bread because the crumbs float around at zero gravity into your eye!

Now that I am learning Chinese I could try and become a Chinese citizen, train as a fighter pilot, get on the Chinese space programme, boom! Space.
But I would miss bread too much.



Doo-doo-doo-doo, space bread!

On the Road... the wind in the sand in my hair...

I've been doing a lot of travelling recently.
In the last two weeks I can cross off Auckland's North Shore, Katikati, Waihi and Raglan as places I have now visited and escaped from relatively unscathed!

Personalised plates: they're pretty popular nowadays, and people are getting a bit reckless with them, in my opinion. Obviously there aren't as many options as their used to be unless we start inventing new, retarded words to put on them.
I propose that personalised plates, like the text messages of the semi-illiterate, are a kind of linguistic rorschach test. I will give you an example.
I witnessed the following personalised plate a few weeks back:
NDLGNS
I take it as a challenge to my manliness to try and figure out what these plates mean, so I put my brain to work. I decided that the car was owned by an IT company, and the plate said NeeD LoGiNs?
But I was wrong. And my wrongness incensed me, because my answer - to me at least - made perfect sense. So I sought a second opinion.
Having written the offending license plate down, I showed it to Miss D. She pondered for a while and came up with NeeDLeGuNS, which would be a perfect plate for someone who loved Halo too much.
What did the plate really say? iNDuLGeNSe (sic)
Obviously!