The banana house at the zoo

When I came home this evening I really wanted a cup of tea. So guess who was "using" the kitchen, with her BIG! BRAINDEAD! GORILLA!
Thank heavens they weren't actually tackling each other, but I really did NOT want to know that the Yeti is not a member of the tribe. As if that was even remotely possible!

Good thing I have enough sense of shame for all three of us, because miss Thang and the blender-dick don't have any at all. Not a drop.

I returned to the coffee shop and had tea on the house, then went to see Madagascar 2 with K. With her bomber jacket, piercings and tattoos, and my scowl, we made a lovely pair. Scary. But she giggles a lot. She isn't that way, if that's what you're thinking, she has a computer nerd male in her life.


It isn't a very good movie. Best part is Sasha Baron Cohen as the happily degenerate king Julien. Not enough of him, far too many zebras (like seeing upholstery moving across the screen, and very boring). The lions are nauseating.

It needs more penguins. Any movie can be improved by upping the penguin count.

Quickie review: save your money, buy beer instead.


Miss Thang and her ape were no longer in the kitchen when I got back. Just to be on the safe side I've wiped every surface there with glasscleaner several times. I hope the ammonia at least kills proteins, even if it doesn't fully remove them. Disgusting. Like living with a wild animal.