Friday, June 23, 2006

Iron Maiden laundry service

Stumbled upon this page while idly surfing through the web. Brilliant name for a laundry service, come to think of it. They even have their own mascot -- replete with head scarf and skirt patch. The fact that she just burned a hole in the garment may not be the best advertisement for their service however.

Nevertheless, I am sold on the name alone. No points for guessing who'll be ironing my shirts next time I am in Gibraltar. Wonder what Steve Harris would make of all this though. Also wonder how Eddie would look dressed up as this 'iron maiden' mascot. Hilarious.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Turnips

Every once in a while I have this inexplicable urge to buy health food. Doesn't necessarily mean I eat the execrable stuff, just that I buy it. Sunday was one of those days. Ambling through the aisles of Harris Teeter late evening, I decided that I'd been having too many steaks of late, and should make up for the indulgence by chomping down on some fresh vegetables. So I pick up a couple of turnips and a few carrots along the way.

So far, so good.

I walk up to the checkout counter. Petite bespectacled girl behind the counter greets me with a smile.

"Good evening. How are you doing tonight?"
"Fine. Thank you."
"Did you find everything all right?"
"Yes. Yes, I did."
"Would you like paper or plastic?"
"Paper, please."
"Do you have a VIC card on you?"
(fumbling through wallet) "Oh ah. Right here."

While we exchange these pleasantries, she checks my groceries through. Breakfast cereal. check. Skim milk. check. Turkey bacon. check. Carrots. check. Turnips. Stop.

"Do these belong to you, sir?" She holds aloft the bag of turnips. Surely there must be some mistake. Surely no self-respecting, turkey bacon eating college student would go anywhere near such an obscenity.

"Ummm... yes", I confess sheepishly. Then as her incredulity gives way to a mischievous grin, I start to blush. Damn those pungent vegetables. It was as if she was holding aloft a box of fluorescent condoms (or worse, a bag of chocolate gummy worms) and waving it at my face. "Do these belong to you, sir... Really? Young man in white polo shirt has a fetish for tuber crops."

I hastily swipe my card and pick up the bag of groceries. "You have a good night, sir", the girl behind the counter says, trying hard not to break into peals of laughter. I mumble something in return and slink away.

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I learnt something important that night. Firstly, just because the vegetable aisle contains certain abominations, doesn't mean you have to buy them. They are there for a purpose best known to the ancient wise ones, and who knows what horror could be unleashed upon us if we disturb them. If however, for some inexplicable reason, you absolutely must buy turnips, make sure that there is a self-checkout counter you can sneak out of, hopefully unnoticed.

Second lesson -- women don't care much for turnip eaters. If you hope to impress women in this country, you must learn to give up certain extravagances such as eating turnips. Kind of reminds me of the mutton episode in Seinfeld. Oh well, it's back to pork chops for me. I'll be packing an artery tonight.

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Everybody else is doing it, so why not me?

After years of reluctance and loth, I finally find myself creating my own blog.

Why this sudden change of heart, you ask? Well simply put, I've grown to like the concept. Or maybe the concept has grown on me. Irrespective of who's doing the growing, the fact is that I find myself increasingly surfing the blogosphere (and getting addicted to it). Blogs, over the years, seem to have evolved from a medium of self-expression for geeks into a forum for discussing contemporary and thought-provoking issues.

My own blog however, as the name suggests, shall not delve into such onerous matters. It shall instead strive to be as superficial and irreverential as possible. Having said that, I must caution the casual reader that I may occasionally, in times of lesser mirth, dabble into the dark and nebulous. For the present though, I shall be frivolous and flippant.

Onward then. Let the insanity begin.