Too Cold to Cook

It really is too cold to cook in my kitchen. Well, too cold to cook properly. There's no real heating in there apart from a wall-mounted blow-heater which is strategically positioned directly over my fridge and is a very costly way of heating a room.

So while I can chuck fish and chips or pie and chips or turkey escalopes and chips in the oven and then crawl up into a ball in front of my halogen heater while it cooks, something more adventurous (and better) like a chili-con-carne, pasta, a curry, or a casserole requires the cook to stand in front of the oven while the food is being prepared. That means inhabiting a room almost as cold as it is outside. I suppose I'll just have to ignore the shivers and take it like a viking.

Speaking of vikings, I haven't taken many screenshots or videos of Mount & Blade yet. If I do then I may post them here.

This morning I posted my most recent drawing, the xenos servo skull X978-1, on my GooglePages site. For those unfamiliar with the fluff behind Warhammer 40,000; the "Prime Directive" of the Imperium of Man is to seek out new worlds for the Imperium to dominate, to kill any xenos they find (Look Not Upon The Alien, Listen Not To The Alien, Speak Not Unto The Alien), and to spread the word of the Emperor and Holy Terra. So an alien skull reconstructed to serve as a servo skull (usually an honour reserved only to noteworthy servants of the Emperor, and certainly not filthy xenos, so that they may serve the Emperor in death as well as in life) is a very, very strange thing. Nonetheless, it is an important element of my Dark Heresy campaign which, as I said in the last post, is going very well.

Because it was snowing in the morning, I took the train to work yesterday. It was a waste of £5.90 since a) it wasn't snowing in Robertsbridge b) we did not even get one centimetre of snow, and c) I was not approached by a conductor on the trip out or the trip home for my ticket. You don't need a ticket to get onto the platform and I think Southern Rail are losing money hand over fist from commuters and travellers who don't go all the way to London, and don't buy a ticket because no one checks.