Monday 16th of April, 2001
In an attempt to get the links together for the weekend's diary entries, I get dragged back into the Martian Bachelor Science page - there are lots of fascinating links to all sorts of other pages, in particular Salon magazine. Of course there are also links to pages of misogynist nonsense - you just have to take the rough with the slightly less rough.
To the supermarket. I find a device that claims to be a Citrus juicer. I am still mourning the death of the Parmesan grater and always hungry for pointless kitchen utensils. And it's only 50p. And it's dishwasher safe. It says on the pack: "Just screw...into [citrus fruit], squeeze and juice runs out spout". Which is true. However the juice does not run "out the spout" exclusively . Or even primarily. As a method for pointlessly coating my hand with orange juice, though, it comes second only to sticking it in a glass of the stuff.
For the second time this weekend, I find myself buying chips (which I then eat with Quorn-burgers for those who need Full Disclosure of the Totally Uninteresting). Am I slipping back into the evil grip of Junk Food? Watch this space (as I swell to greater and greater circumferences and fill it up).
Back to the internet - connecting to a bunch of links, reading them and putting aside the pages with further links and then going back for more.
So not a lot in the way of your actual life going on.
I realise that some part of my brain thinks that Camille Paglia and Joan Rivers are the same person.
No, I don't know why, either. Wierd, isn't it?