Where is my razor? I understand that an angel of sorts might have seen my old-generation Gillette, decided the poor thing was obsolete next to Natsuki's nifty pink Venus, and helped me make the difficult step of retiring that aquamarine model to something else that George Lucas hasn't turned into a Star Wars communicator yet, but that wouldn't explain why only the razor portion is missing. Even George knew that the important bit was the handle with the funky rubber grip. It's just that the functional bit is the part with the razors, and who doesn't want the option to wear a tank top even in December?
I've just been alerted to the disturbing news that American ketchup actually tastes like tomato, as if the prospect of living under the reign of George Bush and parenting stars-and-stripes-saluting munchkins doesn't already scare me enough. Having not visited the States for a goodly while, can anyone comment on this? I'm a bit curious.
And did anyone else know there's a city called "East Fishkill" in New York?
Sorry that the "seedless" label doesn't seem to go away after posting, by the way -- but entetation's run by English people, who are probably above such petty concerns!
I've just been alerted to the disturbing news that American ketchup actually tastes like tomato, as if the prospect of living under the reign of George Bush and parenting stars-and-stripes-saluting munchkins doesn't already scare me enough. Having not visited the States for a goodly while, can anyone comment on this? I'm a bit curious.
And did anyone else know there's a city called "East Fishkill" in New York?
Sorry that the "seedless" label doesn't seem to go away after posting, by the way -- but entetation's run by English people, who are probably above such petty concerns!
