Happier

[smokingboot]

Incredibly vivid colourful dreams; last night, a proud father was telling me about his multiple aged daughters whom he was bringing up 'Like Mexicans.' When I asked him what Mexican daughters liked, he said they liked chickens and rubber eggs (or rubber chickens and eggs) and lots and lots of money. There was much laughter and celebration. I still don't get it, but it was a fun dream. Maybe I'm a Mexican daughter at heart.

I made a seafood risotto last night. Tasted OK. I am very surprised indeed, but suspect the strange dreams and semi-successful cooking attempts may be linked. My list of dishes I can make without killing people now numbers 4.

Still, things seem to be improving. I do not talk of work type stuff, lest I call down the wrath of the hubris fairies. But today feels somewhat better.

Comments

[smittumi.livejournal.com]

Viva el smokingboot!
*plays mexican violin until told off for poor stereotype*

[thalinoviel.livejournal.com]

Depending on the age of the daughters, it may be relevant that huevos means both eggs and testicles.

Slightly more respectably, there's a game I saw at Stabcon with rubber eggs which looks very silly - you have to tuck them under your chin etc and try not to drop them, whilst trying to catch the eggs other people drop.

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

No sombreros and ponchos and seedy sanchez pot noodles for us: we're too cool. Instead, that rare form of non-stereotypical south american culture, the mexican haiku just for you:

Quando strangula mi gallo de goma,
entonces me doi cuenta
de que no ganere la competition.

Satori!

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

But how do you catch eggs with your chin?