Fuck Tomato Soup.

Mulligatawny is where it's at now.

Why Am I Suddenly Craving Tomato Soup?

It's not time for tomato soup. I don't even eat tomato soup.

Does This Happen To Everyone?

Every now and then, I experience a weird phenomenon in which I say the name of a person I'm quite familiar with and their name just sounds wrong. Like, intellectually I know the person and I know their name and I know I said the right name, but it just sort of feels like I didn't and I usually feel the need to double-check that this really is their name.

So does this happen to everyone or am I just mad?

Seen.

Today, the person sitting next to me on the train took a condom out of his pocket, blew it up like a balloon, and proceeded to draw angry eyes on it with a biro.

My Thumby Has Transmuted Into Socks

The other day, I had some urgent matters arise, so I put a number of vital items in my rucksack and went off to address them. One of those items was my USB thumb drive, which is named Thumby.

Upon returning, I unpacked most of the items but inadvertently left Thumby hidden deep within the crevasses of my rucksack. This morning, I had urgent need to copy off some files and, failing to find Thumby in its usual place, I realised it was probably still in my rucksack. However, a search of its deeper pockets revealed not Thumby, but rather, a pair of socks that I have absolutely no recollection of ever putting in there. They're quite clean and clearly a style I typically wear, but I haven't the faintest notion of what they were doing at the bottom of my rucksack. And I still haven't found Thumby. I can only assume that Thumby grew weary of toting vital files and so transmuted into socks.

Today Is Tuesday

Tuesday is a good day to suffer a spell of SIWOTI Syndrome and end up explaining the intricacies of a foreign country's criminal code to a flock of furries on a forum.

And then forget to hit post until it's too late and the title is a filthy lie.

I Have Outwitted Google.

I checked, and it turns out that Google simply has nothing to say (ie, it returns no search results) if I ask it something absurdly specific. I discovered this when I searched for something I always wanted to know, namely:

What is the sound of a woman in the 95th percentile for lung capacity using a vuvuzela to blow bubbles in a vat of turpentine while traveling at 25 kilometers per hour on the roof of a Ukrainian locomotive in the rain on a Tuesday?

Of course now that I made this blog post, it'll get incorporated into Google's search algorithms and start returning this post to anyone who searches that query. You know, in case anybody else has weird and very specific auditory curiosities.