From the instructions for a flexible keyboard:

I suppose someone, somewhere, might want to teast their keyboard.

In other news, yesterday I found three pretty yet tasteful shirts, not pink (many clothes in T-land are pink), sans random bits of lace and ribbon (another common failing), with necklines that look fine left open (Thai shirts are often designed to be buttoned right up, notwithstanding the heat). MY CUP RUNNETH OVER.

I don’t know what it is about clothing designers here, but nearly everything is either girly or frumpy. If it’s formal enough for work — i.e. not a t-shirt — it’s usually either fucked up with frills and pin-tucked bodices or it’s made of stiff linen and cut like a cardboard box with bits of nasty lace around the sleeves. There’s a leap from infancy to mother-of-the-bride, leaving out most of adulthood — I know not why. So thank you to the label All About Clothes, whence came the shirts. Mind you, they had plenty of stuff with the lace and pin-tucks as well, ill-advisedly combined with batik patterns. But I am grateful for the offering of something wearable.