Just trying to dig a particularly tenacious bogie out of my nose as I mentally review my evening. Okay, got it. Just a dry one so nothing to worry about.
Dinner (what I used to call tea before I was enlightened by a higher being) consisted mostly of leftovers. Flaky pastry pie, stir fry, boiled then roasted potatoes and a tart red sauce. The spuds were the best bit because they had been accidentally double salted. Yum! Pudding came much, much later in the form of apple crumble with oat cream (part of a vegan kick I’m on). I usually have a big, fat (navel) orange after washing the dishes, but for some reason I forgot today.
I’m reading a book called Loving What Is by Byron Katie at the moment and it’s getting rather intense. The basic premise is that reality is what is and any thought you have that is in any way different to reality will cause you all kinds of unhappiness – so just go with the flow. It’s actually not as hippyish as I made it sound because it makes a lot of sense not to try to change things you really have no control over, which means pretty much anything apart from your own thoughts (and even these aren’t even under your direct control). Was feeling sleepy and so was not able to concentrate on the book very well.
So I picked up the guitar instead. I’m working my way through a book learning new techniques whilst toughening up my finger tips at the same time. Today’s songs were Zombie by The Cranberries and Fake Plastic Trees by Radiohead (who are headlining in Glasgow on Friday at the Trnsmsn (did I get that right) Festival. Anyways, both songs are laughably easy to play, including the miniscule solos, so that wasn’t much of a challenge. My fingers no longer feel like they are on fire, as they have since I picked up the guitar after a three year absence on Sunday gone.
I tried to find something to watch on the increasingly useless Amazon Prime, but nothing leapt out at me. Lesbian Vampire Killers was the most alluring, so you can tell from that how dire the selection was. I might have to start watching one of the series on offer. American Gods looks quite interesting.
I did a bit of blogging. To me this means answering any comments flung in my direction, reading and liking some posts, checking how the stats are looking and thinking about what I should post this time. Luckily, Magarisa put me on to this subject – otherwise it would have been a whole post about that particularly tenacious bogie. And what good would that have done the world!
Goodnight, y’all – catch you in the morning.
Did you wash your hands between bogey picking and eating? Never mind – better for me not to know.
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Erm …
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Oops, scrap that last comment. Got the order of events wrong. Serves me right for reading too quickly. 😉
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Hahaha – that’s okay. 🙂
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Can you sing and play guitar at the same time?
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Almost. 🙂
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Practise, practise, practise. 😊 Refrain from picking your nose during practice.
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Morning! 🙂
Yes – practice could work. Bogie-free practice is a bonus, though.
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Konnichiwa! 😁 It just occurred to me that I spelled ‘bogie’ wrong before. I wrote ‘bogey’, as in the bogeyman! 😂
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Really? That’s what you think of in the morning?! 😀
And yes – a fine good morning to you too, S. How you doing today?
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Yep, I’m clear-headed this morning. 😊 I’m doing well, thanks! Et toi?
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Me? Pretty good thanks. Clear and nice – which is either to do with the sugar in the Apple Crumble I had last night, or because tragedy has not befallen me today. 🙂
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Your mood is dictated by external influences? *gasp* 😉
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Well, yeah – sugar has been my nemesis for a long time now. I really need to adjust my thinking about that …
Okay – my thinking about sugar has been my nemesis for a long time now!!
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Ah yes, it’s all about our own thoughts. 😊
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No – just mine. 😉
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Me, me, me, he says. 😉
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Just as we all should. There are three domains – my stuff, other people’s stuff and God’s stuff (nature and quantum world and stuff like that). The only realm we should try to change is our own. Any attempt to change the others can only lead to sorrow – sooner or later.
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I agree completely.
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Oh, and I love apple crumble – yum!
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What’s not to love! 😀
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Bogie
/ˈbəʊɡi/
noun
noun: bogie; plural noun: bogies
British
an undercarriage with four or six wheels pivoted beneath the end of a railway vehicle.
•Indian
a railway carriage.
“almost all long-distance trains have seventeen to twenty bogies”
•Northern English
a low truck on four small wheels; a trolley
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Bogey
/ˈbəʊɡi/
noun
plural noun: bogies
1. an evil or mischievous spirit.
“bogeys and other unpleasant denizens of the night”
synonyms: evil spirit, bogle, ghost, spectre, phantom, hobgoblin, ogre, troll, demon, devil, fiend, sprite, witch, warlock, apparition; informal spook
“bogies and other denizens of the night”
•a person or thing that causes fear or alarm.
“the bogey of recession”
synonyms: bugbear, pet hate, bane, anathema, abomination, nightmare, horror, dread, curse, thorn in one’s flesh/side, bane of one’s life, bugaboo; More
bête noire;
informal peeve, pet peeve
“home taping became the record industry’s chief bogey”
•US military slang
an unidentified aircraft.
2. British informal
a piece of nasal mucus.
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Ha! All that when you could’ve just admitted that I spelled it right (singular form: bogey) and you got it wrong (you were referring to one bogey, but you wrote bogie). But then again, spelling is subject to evolution, so it’s all bogus anyway.
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Well, yeah – but then I would altered the whole of future history as we don’t know it – and where would we be then!!
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We would split off into any number of alternate timelines … or not.
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Yes – and no.
They are already there and co-existing, so all we would do it make it more likely to eat chocolate in this one. Or something like that. Hmm – not the most riveting plot for a story.
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You do realise that we are completely off topic, right? In many other alternate timelines, we’re almost on topic, and in one of them, we’re right on it! Since we’re already way off, I’m gonna promote my newest post here without a shred of shame (it’s a very uncharacteristic post for me): https://detoutetderien2015.wordpress.com/2017/07/06/top-off/
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Shameless!
Tell all your friends that they can access this link here and we’re square. 🙂
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😁
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Radiohead!!!!!! Thom Yorke!!!!!! Don’t pick your nose while typing Robert. Ew
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Soz. *hangs head in shame*
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It’s really weird when someone picks his nose. Don’t do it while typing my comments please
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Soz. *hangs head a bit lower in even more shame*
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😂😂
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Can’t read, talking about a bogie and then food… 😲
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I get that. Soz.
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I think it’s Bogey and Bacall…
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Casablanca?
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