AMBLE TIME

Two failures of people's mental spellcheck struck me today. The first one is on the coffee machine at work: "please disguard spent pods". Mmm, okay? The second is on a tin of tobacco. "The 2012 Flake blend celebrates our going to market with the 4th Generation products. This 100% pure Virginia blend delivers a medium strength sweet taste and slight tones of citrus aroma. The Flake tobacco blen hes been given amble time in the pressing process for a slow and enjoyable smoke." Amble time? Amble time?!?

Very well. Amble.

Indeed, ambling is precisely what I shall do when smoking it tomorrow morning. Because the first pipe-full of the day is after a cup of coffee, while my apartment mate is fixing herself breakfast. One cannot smoke indoors when a small fierce Cantonese American woman is in the house. So one ambles around a bit outside growling at random strangers.
Provided it isn't raining.

It's good stuff. But I would not automatically associate it with amblitude.
Still, I shall amble. I do it gladly.

After she has gone to work it's a different story. Close her bedroom door, open windows, and plonk oneself down in front of the computer for a few hours. News, Wikipedia, superpaint. And a pipe. Which may or may not be filled with ambling tobacco.

Today I had two bowls of amblesome and amblicious flake. So it was a good day. Cold, but sunlit, no rain. Six cups of tea. Presently on my third cup of coffee. I'm wired, babies!


Mmm, these corn chips are seaweed flavour!
Plus ten percent daily sodium.
Taste the ocean!


There are presently screaming men in the backroom at work. I left my coworker who likes football to deal with them, and bailed out when my shift ended. You couldn't pay me.



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