The "I'm a Mac" ads have jumped the Atlantic. Check out the
UK versions. The first two are the best, in my opinion. (P.S. I've seen the Mac
stark bollocking naked. Strange, but true.)
The sister-in-law's home today, too. Luckily for me, I have the cheap foam earplugs that S & I got at the
Somebody Gypsies Counterfeit Gypsies' gig, and a pair of cheap computer stereo headphones to put over the top to complete blocking out her music with mine. It is an unfortunate fact that both S and her sister like playing a few select songs on repeat, while I cannot stand hearing songs too frequently or for too long a duration. Combine with that (what I consider to be) her abysmal taste in music, and you have lots and lots of unfun coming my way. And, dammit, today I want to use the computer, which means somehow putting up with her music. I choose blocked ear passages.
I tell you what, though. Between the kinesiologist telling me I need to let my creativity out, and Jess giving us each a booklet of writing prompts, and my old friend Issy calling out of the blue and inviting me to a writing group she's running (working through Julia
wossnameCameron's
The Artist's Way), it certainly feels like Someone (or several Someones) conspiring to Tell Me Something.
Oh, and S & I have taken to a new "vegan" food - nutritional yeast. We started with powdery stuff (the organic shop's assistant hadn't heard of nutritional yeast, which rather made me question how long she'd been working in such a shop), then the parents-in-law found the flakes the next weekend. My current favourite breakfast thing is toast with American mustard and yeast flakes on top. The flakes might look – and smell – a bit like fishfood, but I think it's tasty.
Chalk that up as one more odd food I'd never have tried without this wacky veganism thing.