For reasons unknown, libraries and bookshops stubbornly keep on placing sci-fi and fantasy books on the same shelf. I would very much like to know the origins of this custom, find whoever started it and kick his or her ass very severely. It may be undestandable to some extent, but it is also so. damn. irritating.
Anyway, which genre do you prefer? I tend to have mixed feelings here. Book-wise - fantasy all the way, no doubt about it (if only because Terry Pratchett belongs here), but when it comes to movies... With the possible exception of Lord of the Rings, fantasy movies more often than not prove to be disappointing. Aliens are so photogenic :)
What are your own preferences? If you want to speak your mind (and see what others have to say), follow this link and join the epic battle.
Monday, 12 September 2011
Saturday, 10 September 2011
How to survive Ryanair flight
Have you ever flown with Ryanair?
If you have - well, you probably already know all there is to know about this infamous airline.
If you haven't - here's the list of basic facts:
- Ryanair is an Irish airline, operating in western Europe
- It is probably the cheapest and the worst airline in the world
- It is famous for scandalous advertising and impoliteness of the crew
I once flew from Shannon to Bristol for 4 euros, both ways. No more fees included, just 4 euros, and that is why I will always defend their status as the rock bottom cheap airline, howgh. Just keep in mind that bargains like this are an exception, not norm. And, obviously, the journey was a nightmare.
Flights for 50 p are fabulously described in this video, which made me laugh like insane. Highly recommendable.
If you want to know more, follow this link.
If you have - well, you probably already know all there is to know about this infamous airline.
If you haven't - here's the list of basic facts:
- Ryanair is an Irish airline, operating in western Europe
- It is probably the cheapest and the worst airline in the world
- It is famous for scandalous advertising and impoliteness of the crew
I once flew from Shannon to Bristol for 4 euros, both ways. No more fees included, just 4 euros, and that is why I will always defend their status as the rock bottom cheap airline, howgh. Just keep in mind that bargains like this are an exception, not norm. And, obviously, the journey was a nightmare.
Flights for 50 p are fabulously described in this video, which made me laugh like insane. Highly recommendable.
If you want to know more, follow this link.
Thursday, 1 September 2011
Probably the easiest rhubarb cake in the world
The humble rhubarb deserves more recognition, wouldn't you agree? Once it grows, it grows like hell and it can be turned into variety of yummy desserts. Yeah, right, everyone knows that.
I tend to get those baking urges from time to time. Rhubarb being in season plus me shopping for veggies equals a big, red-stalked bunch in my kitchen. Usually by the time it gets there, my enthusiasm expires and the thing to do is to utilise it in the fastest and easiest of possible ways. This recipe comes to rescue.
The article itself took got written during the cake's short stay in the oven. I was pissed off and exhausted after writing some really long piece, and I wanted something quick and effective, and I wanted it NOW.
Guess what, both the cake and the article proved a treat.
I tend to get those baking urges from time to time. Rhubarb being in season plus me shopping for veggies equals a big, red-stalked bunch in my kitchen. Usually by the time it gets there, my enthusiasm expires and the thing to do is to utilise it in the fastest and easiest of possible ways. This recipe comes to rescue.
The article itself took got written during the cake's short stay in the oven. I was pissed off and exhausted after writing some really long piece, and I wanted something quick and effective, and I wanted it NOW.
Guess what, both the cake and the article proved a treat.
Tuesday, 30 August 2011
200 views!!!
Guess what, I'm getting there. I've just hit 200 views on this blog and I believe it deserves a little dance.
No, I will not host a giveaway to celebrate that. In theory I should, as here I'm allowed to use all the dirty marketing tricks to get traffic/money/fame/villa in Jamaica but guess what - I simply can't digest the language I would have to use. Ooooh, what an opportunity, giving things away for free, just to express my joy, no, it has nothing to do with getting traffic, nothing whatsoever.
But 200 views is cool. Even if these are just accidental 'hit and run' views. The Blog to Make me Money is serving its purpose - it doesn't make me a penny, but it's a lovely dumping platform for all the ad-ish links that would need some skillful lie to place elsewhere.
Oh, if you need some backlinks, my offer of placing them here is still open. Review for review is the current rate.
Dear 200, keep coming.
No, I will not host a giveaway to celebrate that. In theory I should, as here I'm allowed to use all the dirty marketing tricks to get traffic/money/fame/villa in Jamaica but guess what - I simply can't digest the language I would have to use. Ooooh, what an opportunity, giving things away for free, just to express my joy, no, it has nothing to do with getting traffic, nothing whatsoever.
But 200 views is cool. Even if these are just accidental 'hit and run' views. The Blog to Make me Money is serving its purpose - it doesn't make me a penny, but it's a lovely dumping platform for all the ad-ish links that would need some skillful lie to place elsewhere.
Oh, if you need some backlinks, my offer of placing them here is still open. Review for review is the current rate.
Dear 200, keep coming.
I love red
I do! Oh, so much!
If I could wear only one colour, it would be red. If I ever had my own house, my bedroom walls would be red. And bedsheets, too. My car is red (ok, that's purely coincidental). Red, red, red, all the way.
No wonder then that this article appeared in my collection. Funny enough, it all started with those %#&@ bedsheets. Red. Satin. That I don't have but would love to have one day. I obsessed about it for a week or so and finally decided to vent it off by writing about it. Thinking cap on, buzzzz, buzzzz, how to turn the idea into an interesting article....
I believe I ended up without a single word on bedsheets. No public domain pics to suit my needs. But there's plenty of other things red. If you love red too, go check it out.
If I could wear only one colour, it would be red. If I ever had my own house, my bedroom walls would be red. And bedsheets, too. My car is red (ok, that's purely coincidental). Red, red, red, all the way.
No wonder then that this article appeared in my collection. Funny enough, it all started with those %#&@ bedsheets. Red. Satin. That I don't have but would love to have one day. I obsessed about it for a week or so and finally decided to vent it off by writing about it. Thinking cap on, buzzzz, buzzzz, how to turn the idea into an interesting article....
I believe I ended up without a single word on bedsheets. No public domain pics to suit my needs. But there's plenty of other things red. If you love red too, go check it out.
Wednesday, 20 July 2011
Porto Zoo - Zoo da Maia
My inner child loves zoos. Whenever I travel, whether it's to cold England or to frying Portugal, I tend to end up in the local zoo. Not surprising then, when a trip to Porto came along, Zoo da Maia was on my itinerary.
It's not so easy to get to, if you believe the local tourist office. For some mysterious reason, the travel people completely fail to market this pleasant and interesting zoo, focusing instead on innumerable Douro cruises and wine cellars.
I may understand a retired German tourist feeling otherwise, but from my point of view - why on Earth would I want to visit a wine cellar? BO-RING! Now a zoo, that's entirely different matter...
Lady behind the desk in Porto's main tourist office gave me a strange look when I asked about the zoo. She went on to explain how it's impossible to get there without a car and how it's nothing special anyway. Rubbish, all the way! A short metro ride gets you almost to the gates of the zoo, and as to the entertainment potential - I loved it. I described it in detail here, but if you don't feel like reading a proper review, let me just tell you that the place was full of shade-giving trees, the animals were presented in a very approachable way, seal show was delightful and the whole thing was reasonably priced.
It remains unknown why the tourist office clerks want to strip your stay in Porto from all the fun (although I do have my suspicions).
It's not so easy to get to, if you believe the local tourist office. For some mysterious reason, the travel people completely fail to market this pleasant and interesting zoo, focusing instead on innumerable Douro cruises and wine cellars.
I may understand a retired German tourist feeling otherwise, but from my point of view - why on Earth would I want to visit a wine cellar? BO-RING! Now a zoo, that's entirely different matter...
Lady behind the desk in Porto's main tourist office gave me a strange look when I asked about the zoo. She went on to explain how it's impossible to get there without a car and how it's nothing special anyway. Rubbish, all the way! A short metro ride gets you almost to the gates of the zoo, and as to the entertainment potential - I loved it. I described it in detail here, but if you don't feel like reading a proper review, let me just tell you that the place was full of shade-giving trees, the animals were presented in a very approachable way, seal show was delightful and the whole thing was reasonably priced.
It remains unknown why the tourist office clerks want to strip your stay in Porto from all the fun (although I do have my suspicions).
Tuesday, 19 July 2011
Armageddon that didn't happen
Armageddon and all sorts of Apocalypses are some of my favourite subjects. I love catastrophic movies, and I have this particular trait - I dream in disasters. Earthquakes, volcanoes, wars, plane crashes, pandemies, tsunamis, you name it - my dreams have it all. Once I was rather scared by all this mayhem and woke shuddering every second night or so, now I got used to my dreaming patterns and treat it more like my very own movie theatre.
I follow a few volcanic/catastrophic blogs and watched BBC non stop for a day or two right after the Japanese earthquake happened. Disasters are awe-inspiring in their power. I even wrote an article listing the likely and the unlikely ways in which the end of our times may arrive.
But I draw a line at Harold Campings of this world. Long before Camping's promised Rapture Day, I was wondering - where will the poor guy hide on May 22nd? Or will he be cheeky enough to emerge in public and say something like - oops, miscalculation (guess what - he did just that!).
Anyway, May 21st came and went, and I vented my feelings here, right after the ominous date.
I follow a few volcanic/catastrophic blogs and watched BBC non stop for a day or two right after the Japanese earthquake happened. Disasters are awe-inspiring in their power. I even wrote an article listing the likely and the unlikely ways in which the end of our times may arrive.
But I draw a line at Harold Campings of this world. Long before Camping's promised Rapture Day, I was wondering - where will the poor guy hide on May 22nd? Or will he be cheeky enough to emerge in public and say something like - oops, miscalculation (guess what - he did just that!).
Anyway, May 21st came and went, and I vented my feelings here, right after the ominous date.
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