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Blog Things

I found this Blog Things where some people have nothing better to do than sit round painting their toenails and dreaming up litte Cool Things to put in your Blog.

My Council Home Help girl was in raptures about the site, but on a good day she is in raptures about anything. (She gets flashbacks from the 70s)

I am a chocolate chip concoction. Where can I find strawberry?

Nasty looking little thing isn’t it. Is it supposed to be ice cream? It’s more like a warty Darth Vader in negative. But thankfully it bears no resemblance to the B.V.M. No resemblance whatsoever.

You Are Chocolate Chip Ice Cream

You are kind, popular, and generous. You tend to be successful at anything you try. A social butterfly, you are great at entertaining a crowd.You are most compatible with strawberry ice cream.

What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?

A buxom poppy

I thought there were only two kinds of Poppies. The narcotic one they make films in strange countries about, and the poppy of wartime remembrance, the red corn poppy, Papaver rhoeas, a common weed across Europe.

But there are more poppies than this. Apart from Nero’s wife (the one who liked the milk baths, I bet she never had to clean her own bathtub) there is another one - the Buxom Poppy.

The Buxom Poppy has a whole blog Horrifying Foodstuffs on the topic of, basically, nausea. It takes all types to make a world and if the poor dear girl wants to hoard recipes that would make you feel guilty just buying the ingredients much less serving them up to people, I’m sure it’s not my place to criticise.

She even wants to make her blog as horrible looking as she can, and to this end is talking about choosing a colour scheme of avocado green, harvest gold, and burnt pumpkin. Her mother should tell her those colours are in fact, not horrible, but very soothing and nostalgic. A slight hint of puce would add the crowning touch.

For those who want to know about the milk bath, just ask the ladies who made it a daily routine. Even though their milk of choice came from an ass, a cow is just as good (and much cheaper then asses’ milk), and you can still Bathe like Cleo and Poppy.

The Colour Purple

After my morning nap and a small glass of Seppelts Purple Para Port, I got my notebook and pen and looked at the colour arrangements again in Incogblogo where the young lass allows you to ‘change skins”. (If only) (I like to see how she’s getting along in her quest to achieve 4000 comments. Apparently she needs only 92 more.)

I found this particularly valuable in choosing a new scheme for my kitchen. She has a couple of lovely mauve and lilac shades that would be just perfect. I think the colour purple is very me. Sort of royal. And my name is Queenie after all.

Cleopatra loved purple too. To obtain one ounce of Tyrian purple dye, she had her servants soak 20,000 Purpura snails for 10 days.

I wonder if my garden snails would produce the same results.

Petropavlosk Kamchatsky

I had another little look at the Clust’r Map in the right hand column over there, and found that there was someone in Petropavlosk Kamchatsky reading this.

Of course I had to look up where Petropavlosk Kamchatsky is. In my day that was ‘behind the Iron Curtain’ and you would be blasted by a lightning bolt if you even looked it up on an atlas.

My school atlas didn’t even have regions marked in those days, just a big fearful red blotch of colour behind the Iron Curtain. But times have changed and we are now allowed to look at the Soviet countries, talk to the people in them, sell them dodgy hamburgers, move next door and marry their daughters.

The world is very small up there isn’t it? You don’t realise how crammed together those places are, everyone is crowded in a little circle around the North Pole, you could take a canoe around with no trouble.

It’s a wonder they aren’t better neighbours being so close, but that might be the problem. Living too squashed together causes outbreaks of name-calling and petty insults, you know what the High Rise are like.