What Are You Doing?

Right now I am compiling a list of breakfast cereals in relation to their protein content. Oh yeah, I know how to live!

 

Philistines.

 

Ditch them, eat toast. It's a conspiracy from the 1950s, completely pointless to endure such a madness into this fresh century.

 

I have an addiction to my morning cereal. I don't feel right for the day if I eat anything else.

 

But does toast leave you with a bowl of chocolate milk when you finish eating it? Not to mention the freeze dried marshmallows shaped like unicorns, four-leafed clovers, and other pagan symbols of luck and fertility.

 

Weetabix, cream and sugar from the old days - a fantasy sequence. Otherwise, an occasional bowl of porridge when virtue strikes. As to virtue there are now two complete aisles I may avoid in the supermarket. I always preen a little when I roll my real potatoes and loose onions past the cashier

 

For me, it doesn't even need to be chocolate milk. Any milk after the cereal has been eaten is blissful to my tastebuds.

 

As long as she's into it. I'm not one to judge.

 

Actually, the thing I liked best about Excession was learning that the Culture was not a monolith at the top levels any more than at the bottom. Watching the Ships bitch and whine and maneuver and PM each other was hard to follow, but cool to see.

 

Trying to motivate myself to clean.

I want my apartment to be spotless on Thursday... but I haven't really woken up today and I'm hellishly tired.

 

This is where I got that song from. Damn you to hell!

 

Here, mental palate cleanser:

 

I think he might. Arms crossed behind his head on the pillow. He turns to his right, sees a brown smear across the other pillow, or cushion.

'I just cooking lamb face. Be back in the two tick, love you.'

'Sure thing, I love you too,' he says to the distant voice, and smells the aromas, watches dog hair patterned on the corner sofa, the knickers hanging from aspidistra, tissues scrunched under the lampshade. He shudders, steps naked to the bathroom.

'Euch,' he says sinkside, grimaces at the lavatory pan, at a seat glued a generation to the porcelain. My God, Christmas in England with mummy was all so perfect , he thinks. Who will hang his stocking, how will Father Christmas negotiate that corridor hall and the 380 pairs of shoes?

 

The awkwardness of this image notwithstanding, I was always really disappointed that my time in the service was well after that jaunty tip of the garrison cap was permitted. Mine always looked like a Portuguese man of war. Not very flattering.

 

Yeah, the Marines authorized, but I was never able to get, the "bus driver" barracks cover for wear with Alphas etc. Of course, I don't think I wore anything but cammies more than once or twice after DLI anyway, so it was kind of a moot point.

I also got out just before nametapes became mandatory. Woodland cammies, USMC decal, rolled sleeves 4EVA LOL.

The amount of time we used to spend getting our covers just right, and with the digicams they went and sewed the edges... Sigh, "back in the old Corps..."

 

Worst USAF uniform in the history of history.

 

Their the Air Force Scouts.
Wonder what merit badges they earn though.

 

I'm glad that one was before my time.

 

https://historum.com/threads/worst-dressed-soldiers-in-history.93278/page-2

 

Good lord, it's the postmen!

No, wait, postal workers are notorious for knowing how to effectively use firearms

 

That's got to be the Grand Marshal's Honor Guard at Pride, no? Uniforms from the Tom of Finland collection....

 

Ah, los tercios de España.

You may laugh, but for those of us a certain bent... oof!

 

Nope. Spanish Foreign Legion.