Vihreät Kuulat

Second “surprising Finnish confectionary” is Vihreät Kuulat Jaffa Cakes. I ran vihreät kuulat through a translation tool and apparently it means “green balls”, which doesn’t tell me much.

Knowing it was neither lime nor apple (which were also available in the supermarket I visited) I had to try them, but I couldn’t place the flavour. They were tasty, though. We finished eating them before I looked it up.

A box of Vihreät Kuulat Jaffa Cakes. The cross-section cutaway shows a green jelly within the biscuit, and alongside are pictures of spherical green jellies.

Turns out it’s pear flavour, which apparently I have a blind spot for (back in 2013 at an “eat mystery food in the dark” restaurant I failed to identify that I was eating poached pears for dessert).

Now I need to be on the lookout for actual green balls.

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Finnish Haribo

Buying a bag of Haribo in Finland, I shouldn’t have been surprised (given the country’s love of salmiakki) that the black ones were liquorice flavoured.

And yet somehow, when I chucked a handful onto my mouth, I was.

(Not in a bad way. But definitely in a surprised way.)

A bag of Haribo ClickMix, opened, held on a white hand.

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Note #27464

Today, I can overhear the two guys who are digging a trench through my garden.

Guy 1: Does this look like a gas pipe to you?
Guy 2: Dunno. But we can’t dig round it soo…

😬

1% Guild

vole.wtf’s 1% guild wasn’t the easiest club to gain membership of, but somehow keeping my phone alive for long enough to snap this screenshot was even harder.

Screenshot from an Android phone at vole.wtf/one-percent, showing a picture of Dan alongside other people.

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Note #27434

Somebody just called me and quickly decided it was a wrong number. The signal was bad and I wasn’t sure I’d heard them right, so I followed up by replying by text.

It turns out they asked Siri to call Three (the mobile network). Siri then presumably searched online, found Three Rings, managed to connect that to my mobile number, and called me.

If Siri’s decided that I represent Three, this could work out even worse than that time Google shared my phone number.

Hot Boxes

I’d never put much thought into it before but a slow cooker is basically the opposite of an air frier.

They’re both relatively small (compared to an oven) hot boxes for cooking food. But an air frier uses the small space to contain as much energy as possible in thir vicinity of the food, while the slow cooker aims to maintain as low a temperature as possible until the food finally cooks itself out of boredom.

A seared shoulder of pork rubbed with spices sits in a syrupy cider mix atop some sliced white onions in a slow cooker pot.

Anyway, this is going to be pulled pork in like 8-10 hours. 😋

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Note #27400

Did I just rank my LPG provider 10/10, or 1/10? I genuinely don’t know.

Slider from a web questionnaire, asking "In a scale of 0 to 10: How likely are you to recommend Flogas for bulk gas?". The slider below, though, is a scale from 0 to 100, not 0 to 10. The value 10 is selected on the slider, but this is only one-tenth of the way along its length.

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Note #27366

I’m looking at a listing for a ¼” to ⅝” screw adapter, for which the seller warns that I should “please allow 1-3cm error”.

A 3cm error would mean that a ⅝” screw could result in a screw thread anywhere between 1⅘” and… minus half an inch, I guess? (I don’t even know how to make the concept of negative lengths fit into my brain.)

I suppose this seller could send me an empty envelope and declare that it contained an infinitesimally small adapter. At which point… I’d be the one that was screwed!

Highlighted item description from an eBay listing. The highlighted section shows that the listing is for a quarter inch to a five-eighth of an inch adapter made of a premium aluminium alloy, and that the buyer should "please allow 1-3cm error due to manual measurement".

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Egencia Mailing List Accessibility

A special level of accessibility failure on Egencia‘s mailing list subscription management page: the labels for choosing which individual mailing lists to subscribe to are properly-configured, but the “unsubscribe all” one isn’t. Click the words “unsubscribe all” and… nothing happens.

But it gets better: try keyboard-navigating through the form, and it’s hard not to unsubscribe from everything, even if you didn’t want to! As soon as the “unsubscribe all” checkbox gets focus, you get instantly unsubscribed: no interaction necessary.

Note #27339

This post is part of 🐶 Bleptember, a month-long celebration of our dog's inability to keep her tongue inside her mouth.

We made it to the end of another Bleptember, with a photo every day of my especially-bleppy young doggo.

A champagne-coloured French Bulldog in a teal jumper lies in a soft brown dog bed in the corner of an office. She looks over her shoulder at the photographer, her tongue sticking pretty-much entirely out in a long blep. In front of her, a handwritten sign is marked with a pawprint and a heart and the words 'Happy Bleptember 2025! See you next year!'

Thanks for coming along for the ride. See you next year!

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Note #27329

This post is part of 🐶 Bleptember, a month-long celebration of our dog's inability to keep her tongue inside her mouth.

Somehow, even when she’s alert and focussed, our dog’s bleppy tongue makes her look at least a little bit dopey.

It’s the Twenty-Ninth of Bleptember; we’re almost done for another year!

A champagne-coloured French Bulldog, with her tongue sticking our, sits upright in a dog bed in the corner of an office.

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