Yet another(!) mention of another blog, but this time it will be followed with my own work for once, which is a rather frightening event. Feel free to stop reading….now.
Ok, if you’re still here, buckle in (to your computer chair? That doesn’t even make sense? Why would anyone put a seat belt on their computer chair? I suppose if you were playing simulation fighter pilot games, are prone to being startled and spilling your coffee all over your lap or regularly take the text speak ‘ROFL’ literally you would indeed consider a seat belt. That’d be a bit awkward to explain though, especially if you engineered your office chair to incorporate a seat belt. All you’d need would be neon yellow racing goggles and no one would ever bother you with office small talk again. You’d just get shot glances that you wouldn’t see since the snazzy frames on your goggles block out any and all peripheral vision. Man, sometimes I think I’d enjoy a desk job. Or well, less the job part and more the fact the environment is ideal for any number of random ideas/plans/occurrences. Like a chair seat belt!)
Over at a blog I stumbled on and continued to read since he’s actually kinda funny (but don’t tell him that), Reputation@Stake has blogging to fulfill his side of a bet (explained here, go check it out instead of me having to summarise, seriously). Now a recent post of his suggested different ‘Themes’ for different days. Seeing how I’ve been lacking in posts recently (more excuses go here), I thought I’d make an attempt at a post for ‘Scrutiny Sundays’. Now, I actually haven’t eaten pickled kangaroo so that means I’ll have to actually think of something original to scrutinize. Damn.
Well, I actually have tasted kangaroo. And… honestly it just tasted a lot like salty beef. Sorry if that ruins it for anyone but… I’m no food critic. I’m not going to be able to tell you the textures on your palate or anything. It tastes like red meat. Probably because it is. So pickled kangaroo would probably be… not overly enticing. Give me a steak any day. But, that said, the tourists love it. You can offer them a tiny entree that includes kangaroo meat at an exorbitant price and there isn’t much hesitation. Oh, come to Australia and eat one of our national emblems. Sure you’ve -seen- them, but have you TASTED THEM. Yep, definitely shouldn’t put me in charge of that ad campaign.
To distract you from the absence of content, here is a totally believable, non-MSPaintshopped picture of a kangaroo skewer.
How long are reviews supposed to be? I really can’t write too much on kangaroo meat. It’s just not that interesting (There’s the hint that tells me I shouldn’t have written about it AT ALL). Honestly, I came up with nothing. Nothing at all to scrutinize. I scrutinize things every day, review websites to friends. And I couldn’t think of a single funny, compelling thing/food/object/person to review on the one time I’m actually going to reach out to other bloggers. Always knew I was a smart one. So hilarious! They’ll be reading this and showing it to their friends and it’ll go viral once people get back in their seats (the ones without seat belts!) from laughing so hard. Fantastic! They’ll say. Kangaroo meat! They’ll forget I totally stole this idea off someone. That or he gets famous and rich too. (totally believable right?)
Well, I’m going to leave it at that. (Don’t think I didn’t hear that collective sigh of relief).
Scrutiny Sundays: 1
Caught myself about to spout some sort of wrap up line. ‘Until next time!’ ‘Peace out’ ‘Have fun and remember to feed the zebras!’ Yea. Like I need to convince anyone further how lame I am. Cool people don’t sign out like that. Do cool people sign out? Must research this.
Wish I was as cool as this skewer. I mean kangaroo.