Sesame street - Alex

And here I am once again with a small list of topics that I am ready to discuss with you, some of them in the news and some of them are things that I actually did. Now I don't want my transition into a proper blogger to be too quick and to alienate all of our fans (psh), so I will include a snippet of what I used to be like just to keep you all happy.

Willy, boobies, poo, bum and fart.

And now onto a proper story, the US government is donating twenty million dollars to Pakistan in order for a version of Sesame Street to be created in the language Urdu. My favourite part about this is that the US see it as necessary because many children have no access to regular schooling in Pakistan, so instead of funding actual schooling they make a puppet show. Twenty million must at least be able to build a hand full of schools, train all of the teachers needed for them schools and give out free school dinners. The main character is likely to be the 6 year old daughter of a peasant, and she'll have pig-tails. Also in reference to the light hearted nature of the original show  "She will represent what little girls have to go through in this gender-biased society,". And apparently her journey would inevitably touch on Pakistan's ongoing fight with militancy, but would not directly refer to religion. I guess that's going to be a hit then.

Yesterday I did stuff and it made me tired. I'm not used to having a completely full day, but yesterday seemed nigh on non-stop for me. The first thing I did yesterday after a cheeky rustlers burger for breakfast was stroll down to the supermarket in order to purchase ingredients for a meal I was cooking later in the day, MORE ON THAT TO FOLLOW. When I got back I was straight out into the sun again, washing off years of decay from my newly acquired automobile. I question how moss even found its way into some of the places it did, but I guess it is from up north, ruddy northerners. I then tried to T-cut it, because some of the panels had faded, but that made me sweat buckets so i stopped and had a shower instead. A day of hard labour it seemed. But I had a respite, until the mammoth task of cooking an actual meal popped up and tried to kill me. Tuna pasta bake should have been simple, but forgetting to turn the oven on, making the white sauce too thin and spilling it everywhere made me feel like a culinary Chuckle Brother. NIGHTMARE. It tasted good though, so I guess that's all that matters.

Final note, once again I proved that I suit flat peak caps. Better than Mexicans do anyway.