DREWspective

I’ve missed the official start of Lent, but I thought it would be a good challenge to give up something for 40 days once again. (What they don’t tell you is that it’s around 42½ days, or something like that, because Sundays don’t count.)

So I got to thinking this morning; what could I give up for 40 days this year? Last year I had managed to stay away from potatoes for just under 40 days, until a freak accident occured. Let me tell you: for someone who likes their food, it was tough.

I narrowed it down to two things, on the way to work:

• the first would be sweets, including sweet foods and chocolate. I’m a sugarholid, as Walter Friedman once discovered, and that seriously reflects in my diet.
• the second would be misogyny: talking trash about girls and their callous, contradictoy, backwards, spineless, hurtful, empty, stupid attitudes and behaviour towards… well… everything. Yes, for 40 days I’d give up saying bad things about women; but don’t think for a second I’d turn gay.

So here’s something nobody’s ever thought of. Why not give up both? The ultimate challenge.

Today’s the 8th; for 40 days from now - right after I finish my pack of Snack a Jacks - I won’t touch a single sweet thing, nor will I say anything truthful about women. You can count on that.

After three and a half weeks, the good news is that the package of polystyrene shapes has arrived from the US. Thank goodness for that - I might have had to get rough!

The bad news is, I made an error in determining which parts I needed. I’ve now got a whole load of parts that are too small!

It’s not entirely bad news, though; I can continue making the models with the smaller parts, just by purchasing the right size parts I’m missing. I’ll figure out what to do with the rest later.

When someone rejects you based on what you look like, what they’re really saying is, "I’m so boring and shallow that I’m scared of what other people might think".