Friday, May 26, 2023

Strawberry Shake Shenanigans

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Once upon a time, in the mysterious world of Fringe, Walter Bishop found himself on a mission— a mission to create the most extraordinary strawberry milkshake ever known to man. 

Little did he know that his culinary adventure would turn into a comical rollercoaster ride.

With an abundance of enthusiasm, Walter set up his makeshift laboratory in the Fringe Division’s break room. Armed with beakers, a blender, and a pile of fresh strawberries, he was ready to revolutionize the milkshake industry. 

Peter and Olivia watched with bemused expressions as their eccentric colleague donned a chef’s hat and plunged into his scientific pursuit.

Walter meticulously measured ingredients, humming a tune only he could recognize, as he combined the strawberries, milk, and a hint of secret ingredient X. 

However, his experimental concoctions were far from ordinary. The first sip of his initial batch transformed Astrid’s hair into a vibrant shade of pink, causing everyone to burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Undeterred by this mishap, Walter tinkered with his formula, determined to perfect his strawberry milkshake. This time, his creation turned the drink into a shimmering, neon green substance. Walter couldn’t help but take a sip, and instantly found himself belting out a surprisingly impressive rendition of “I Will Survive.” 

The Fringe team couldn’t help but dance along, hilariously caught up in Walter’s impromptu performance.

As days passed, Walter’s obsession with the strawberry milkshake intensified. His lab became a bustling hub of colorful chaos, with flying milkshakes, strawberry-scented explosions, and an assortment of wacky effects. 

Whenever he thought he had finally achieved the perfect blend, something hilarious would happen.

One day, Peter decided to prank Walter. Sneaking into the lab, he swapped the sugar with salt while Walter was distracted by a collection of scientific papers. 

Oblivious to the switcheroo, Walter blended his creation and took an eager sip, only to spit it out immediately, making a face that would rival a sour lemon. Peter’s laughter echoed throughout the Fringe Division, leaving Walter bewildered and salty-lipped.

Despite all the mishaps and laughter, Walter never gave up. His dedication was unwavering, and he continued his experiments with even greater fervor. Finally, after countless failed attempts and countless hours spent cleaning up after himself, Walter triumphantly presented his latest creation to his friends.

The team gathered around, exchanging skeptical glances as they cautiously took a sip. To their surprise, the milkshake was absolute perfection—creamy, sweet, and bursting with strawberry goodness. 

Their taste buds rejoiced, and Walter’s face beamed with joy. The quest for the best strawberry milkshake had reached its delightful conclusion.

From that day forward, every time the Fringe Division needed a break from their otherworldly investigations, Walter’s strawberry milkshakes became the go-to treat. 

They laughed, shared stories, and bonded over the hilarious memories created during Walter’s quest. For in the world of Fringe, even the strangest experiments can bring joy, camaraderie, and the tastiest milkshakes imaginable.

And so, Walter’s strawberry milkshake legacy lived on, reminding everyone that sometimes the funniest and sweetest moments can be found in the most unexpected places.


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Monday, October 24, 2022


For 40 plus years I have had this very bizarre memory of watching a movie on tv as a child that was way too grown up for that time period and _especially_ for a child. 

Though I don’t like to remember this, I think my family and I were staying in Tennessee in the late 70s, definitely no later than 1978. 

Onscreen,two women were at lunch and one of them was digging her fingers into her right hand so hard her palm bled bright red. The woman doing this had honey-colored hair and was dressed all in red, also bright.

The oddest thing is I associate a strong perfume with that memory, but no one in the room would have been wearing it😳

…So maybe this is a real memory?

Because I’m convinced it was an ABC TV Movie of the Week, I’ve been reading this to jog my memory. It’s very weird yet also strangely compelling.





Sunday, July 25, 2021

I think I now have probably a dozen Alfred Hitchcock presents anthologies on my iBooks app. 

When I was a kid I read them and they scared the crap out of me. Now reading them I feel like they're pretty tame. 

But some of them are actually quite good at least the stories not the whole collection… More on this later.

Postscript: there will be mistakes in here probably because I'm talking into my journal not writing. I'm sure this is a novelty and then I'll go back to typing soon…

I’m keeping exactly what comes from the mic snd I know I will be itching to correct mistakes, not leave them as they are…




Good evening! I'm sitting here, using an audio form of journaling, with my favorite purr-son. Henry is the best kitty cat in the whole world. I love him so so so so so so much.

These are random thoughts I'll probably get rid of them heater not heater later. That's the problem with this kind of stuff, you’re talking into a mic and it hears and transcribes things you didn't really say. 

But I'm still gonna try anyway I have very random thoughts lately random thoughts but random words to that's a double 0 what's wrong Henry OK sweetie pie 

🤣

Ok, maybe this isn’t the best way to record your thoughts, but I’ll get the hang out of it.




Tuesday, July 13, 2021

I have a slew of “new to me” shows I want to watch and all I have been viewing the past few nights (besides the wonderful and, oftentimes, silly Grace and Frankie) is Monk, my ultimate comfort, sometimes even healing, tv show.





Monk is such a special show for me because of the character himself (so poignantly played by Tony Shalhoub). Not everyone, both within the show and with viewers, has patience with him. Monk can be quite trying at times with his obsessions and often serious manner. 

Even so, his underlying feelings of loneliness and of being at odds with the world is as touching and painful as his undying love for his wife, whose loss he’s never quite accepted.

The show isn’t perfect (the cast could be more diverse and there is a definite male-centric heft to “Monk”) but its routine and overall coziness still keeps me on repeat somehow.

If you are a “Monk” fan, too, I highly recommend the novels based on the show, original mysteries apart from any of the program plots…