I’m prone to reading, writing, wondering, researching, ranting, whining, wining, dining, baking, eating too much sugar, and being in awe and aww! of cats. The addition of wine into my system tends to enhance and magnify all these things. White wine (sauvignon blancs from the Marlborough area in New Zealand or fresh rieslings from Central Europe are preferred) or sparkling, thank you very much – red wine is an abomination and has no use whatsoever1. I am not a wine connoisseur and at the moment have little interest in becoming one: I just know what I like and am happy to come up with my own adjectives.
In this blog, I complain about stuff that annoys me. Or share recipes. Or do something else entirely. Mostly complain, though.
I’m linguistically minded – a language hippie, not a polyglot – and find it odd that not everyone is fascinated by language. The thing works as the proverbial software of your mind! The thing that allows you to make sense and to connect and to rant and to explain and to help and to sooth and to mentally caress and to argue and to hurt and to influence and to bring joy… and you’re not interested?? I stoically accept that it is so, but, well, huh. (And while we’re at it, I firmly believe everyone should learn a foreign language. Yes, you native speakers of English, I’m looking at you.)
I had to add the dreaded CAPTCHA thingy to the comment section because the spam became too much to handle. I find it amusing that I get so much spam, since this blog is not exactly an internet hot spot. Those spammers will just spam anything, poor souls.
1 Red wine has since proved to have a use. Just one, but it involves chocolate, so it’s a good use. There’s still no point to drink it.