At the End of the Rainbow, a Melted Pencil

For the first time, I clearly saw the end of a rainbow. There may be gold underwater. In related news, Singapore is tendering for someone to sweep for and pick up lost anchors around here, just saying.

Above, sunset. Below gas refinery flare. Double fireballs a few weeks ago.

The price if ugly dried sea cucumbers seems to have been hit hard by inflation. These ones are $900 for 100g, so I'd give it a skip.

You can also pay $68 for a 15 strawberries, and they're fancy because they're different colours. The Japanese grocery stores are obsessed with the white and pink ones, but I can't understand why.

So there's always the Japanese yamatoimo, a sticky turnip that looks like animal gristle in its package.

So maybe best to shop online, but I'm still getting frightening targetted ads.

The algorithms struggle with me because I only ever click on cats and food.

Apparently, there is a need for a 'tween-the-gals pillow. My friends and I discussed and didn't think they generally affected each other. We will let the ladies be friends. Or in my case, stay blissfully unaware of the other's existence.

The latest in whitening creams can apparently turn you into a totally different human. Good idea if you commit crimes.

Maybe let's shop for clothes instead. OMG, what's happening to her leg!? Look at the knee, the ankle!

Does this dress come with, uh, booties?

Will this one turn me into an NFT?

Ok, one more leg, can't resist. Left-leg withering disease!

This story has a moral, which is to live real life instead.

So Akiko and I went to the museum and flew our planes around on the wall:Then we saw the sneaker exhibit.

Then we got cultured with the art.

This one was my favourite.

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