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Quite cold. Snowing now, but it was clear and sunny when we went skating this morning. Ice King aka the Black-Tipped Shark was there, but he left me alone as he had his hands full with a series of other pupils, or “pupils”, not sure. Also, I was skating better. Sometimes, when you try to do something right as opposed to just fcuking around, it actually does some good. I also managed not to crush any little girls this time around, although this one cute little 5-year-old managed to cross my path dangerously about once every sixty seconds.

On the way home we picked up lunch at McDonald’s because we had free coupons and closely checked our takeout order before driving away because they always fuck up our order there and sure enough we had to return and switch a couple items. Not until we arrived home did we discover that Alpha had been given a Fitness Salad instead of a Tuna Salad, and Gamma had received some sort of Gummi Bear thing instead of ketchup with her Chicken McNugget Happy Meal.

My Chef McSalad was indeed a Chef McSalad. And the McVeggie McBurgers were also right. So basically we got nearly what we’d wanted, and at the same time were able to feel McSuperior, which was nice.

In the afternoon, we had filled donuts. Now, in the pre-Lenten Fasching season, that’s what one is expected to eat a lot of. Donuts, filled donuts, filled with apricot marmelade and dusted thickly with powdered sugar. People who dress primarily in black, as I do, dread this season.

Nasa rover failure attributed to software problem.

It would have been so easy to prevent.

I got a 26, I think. 20-something. 24 or 26.
Something like that. Their evaluation was all like, sure, maybe you could join Mensa if you dress nice and don’t let food go bad in the fridge and buy Mensa flowers once a week.

To make it worse, while wandering around in the miserable damp cold yesterday you had to put up with the latest v2.01 beggars, the guys kneeling down on the cold ground looking down (hands usually held out in prayer or supplication) and v2.02 the man or woman in that position with a small freezing child beside them and v2.03 the little boy in a wheelchair with one bare foot and pantleg rolled up to knee, as if he were crippled.

When a bundled-up regular beggar finally accosted me (“Any spare change?”) I was so happy to see him I gave him whatever coins were in my pocket and wished him all the best.

create your own visited country map.

[Via Nod and Smile]

Alpha and I went to see Sofia Coppola’s Lost in Translation yesterday evening.
It was very good.
You should go see it if you haven’t already.
If you have, then you know what I’m talking about.
It was very cold in Vienna yesterday.
Alpha had some power lunch beforehand and I wandered around the city since I had the day off. I met Beta at lunch and made the inane post below from the coffeeshop on Kr