IPs, new mobiles & prawns in peanut butter

[narcasse]

In the finest traditions of being completely juvenile; while making use of the usual IP tracing facilities I came across this rather amusing hostname earlier this morning. I’m fully aware that it’s likely an abbreviation of location combined with ISP but really; om.om.cox has me sniggering every time.


In other news my new phone arrived this morning and while I was warned about it being mirrored; I hadn’t quite taken that literally, so I’m going to have the mobile equivalent of a handmirror riding around in my pocket for the foreseeable future. But at least I’m not carrying round the Prada one like two of my cohorts. Which is an added bonus since I tried to use the touchscreen scroll on that phone once and ended up stabbing at it ineffectually with my little finger. And anyway, the mirror up close functions like a regular mirror but held at anything like a sensible distance in fact creates a Funhouse sort of effect so that’s novel.

Still, I have it for the two megapixel camera since my last phone only had a 0.3 megapixel camera, apparently. The other option would have been to attempt to wangle the new 5 megapixel camera phone out of the call centre chap but since I’m not entirely sure how foolish I’d feel with a camera phone that was better than my actual digital camera it seemed best to give it a miss. Though I really don’t have any idea where my digital camera has gone and suspect that I may have lent it to someone.


Beyond my somewhat apprehensive delight over new gadgets though, last night’s prawns in peanut butter based loosely on this recipe from super_supper actually went rather well with wholemeal brown rice. My approximation could have done with perhaps less peanut butter, more Tabasco and ideally more lemon juice to cut through the richness of the peanut butter and I also suspect that the tiniest bit of Hong Kong chilli oil wouldn’t have gone astray as a last minute addition or possibly extra Worchester sauce. That said, I’ve been known to add Tabasco sauce to salad in the past and Hong Kong chilli oil to my crispy duck pancakes anyway.

Which reminds me at a tangent; Bloody Marys? Not such a great idea. It really is like drinking the juice from a can of peeled plum tomatoes. Not that that has anything to do with my pronouncement that if I screamed and dropped the phone it was because I was attempting to open a bottle of champagne when one of my cohorts rang last night.