T Fox: Why is it always so that I have an idea and if I don't write it down as soon as I can, it disappears somewhere?
Mr Fox: Write up, not down, you're speaking Finglish.
Yep, why is it so? Why do you write something down and we write it up?
Actually that wasn't the topic for this post, but as I said it disappeared, almost like my entire day, which I spent by cleaning up, really properly. Whilst doing it I drank some wine, which was nice, but eventually I got so tipsy I messed everything up and missed the only fantastic happening this week, because I had to take a nap. Buggeringly enough I even got a ticket for this: Drawing Restraint 9. Well, I missed the Turing Machine Opera as well, but never mind, I've got tickets to Horton for tomorrow. Yay!
Actually now when I am here I might ask you a question as well. It troubled me when I was drinking that wine, which was something flowery Riesling from Alsace area: smooth, mellow and pleasantly round. What is the term for that wine character, the feeling when you have swallowed the wine and your mouth is filled with almost an oily or buttery aftertaste? No, not a taste, but a feeling. Anyone?
I tried to find it out, but found this clever wine aroma wheel instead.
Hmm.... I don't know how to use that exactly. Well, you could always play some kind of wheel of fortune game with that thing. After spinning the wheel you have to drink that kind of wine. Glass of skunk wine, here you are. Mmmm...
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