v. 2.0.0.7-21-rth
Yay! Got my Powershot A630 in the mail today. And… that’s it. It’s not that exciting, it’s a Canon Powershot, just like what I already have (a Powershot A70, which died from the infamous CCD-defect), and, well, the options are just the same.
I still have to send the A70 to the repair center, they’re repairing them for free, which is nice of them.
Stuff I’ve won…
…at least if you believe the subject lines of the e-mails in my spambox.
“1100 unread messages”. Ah, thanks, Yahoo! But as I mentioned before, my account is 10 years old, I can’t just give it up. So it’s become my spam-trap address, unfortunately.
So much crap on the internet… I long for the good old daysTM
Anyway, time for a stupid rant. Though there’s a connection to my previous post because it’s about languages.
Goddammit, why the hell is it that people insist on calling Indonesian (the language) “Bahasa Indonesia”, even if they’re talking in English?
The word “bahasa” means “language”. As an example, most of the time you don’t need to say “I’m learning the German language.”, “I’m learning German.” is sufficient. And you sure as hell don’t say “I’m learning die deutsche Sprache.”, unless you want to be seen as a dork. No German would say “Ich lerne (the) english language.” either. Not one I would respect anyway.
So people, please, just call it Indonesian. OK?
That is all.
Isn’t the internet fun. You wander around aimlessly until you find something fun to do. In my case, that something is learn Dutch. How did I get there? Well:
Then I remember that I had this same idea when I visited Belgium and Holland, when my sister got married to a Belgian. That was in 2002. That’s 5 years ago! Damn, I procrastinate too much.
Or is it just a case of forgetting about the idea?
Man, you realize you’re old, when you can remember how your life sucked 5 years ago. I mean, “5 years ago” for an 18 year old is still the carefree childhood.
Before that song from the Corrs came, All Saints’ I Know Where It’s At played. The great thing about Last.fm’s player is you get the track detail and short artist bio. “Hey, an oldie!” was the thought that came to my head. (That’s the first sign of trouble.) I looked at the player, “Released: 1997.”
“10 years ago! Fuck, have I grown old!”. Where did all that time fly away?
So apparently, microwaving an unshelled, hard-boiled, egg is also a no-no.
I knew that microwaving eggs cause it to go kaboom, but I thought it’d be fine if I unshelled it first. The egg was already hard-boiled, it was just cold because it was exposed to the elements outside, and I was hungry, and i felt like improvising my dinner. How I came to possess a cold, hard-boiled egg? The easter bunny gave it to me.
So, 45 seconds, beep beep beep, use the microwave door as a face shield, poke, poke. Seems fine. Put it on a small plate, go back to computer, take a bite…
Bof! (That’s what “boom!” sounds like when dampened.)
“What the hell?”
“Hmm, why is there egg-yellow everywhere?”
OK, so the egg exploded, throwing the yolk (hard-cooked by the way, not runny) all over the table. All because I took a bite of it. I guess the yolk heats up faster than the whites, expanded as it does so, and took the smallest piercing as its chance to escape.
Leason learned. It really isn’t save to microwave a hard-boiled egg. Or if you want to do it, poke holes before, or afterwards (afterwards would be more fun, I guess).
But ow, now it’s 2 days later, and only now do I realize that it burned my lip pretty badly. It felt like drinking hot beverage straight after the incident, but my upper lip still feelS funny now.
