Thursday, August 21, 2008

27 Days

...till I leave for the Philippines! I had my typhoid shot AND fully paid off my fees today and it feels like someone just punched me in the arm/bank account. But not that bad.

Here's what's bad. I was reading through a list of "The 6 Most Terrifying Foods In The World", and guess what's No. #1? Something that we'll be eating if we lose in a game of Egg Lucky Dip. One bucket. Lots of eggs. Half of them these 'delicacies'... something to look forward to then.

The future of breakfast.

Monday, August 18, 2008


Today, K and I have been together for:

  • 3 years; aka...
  • 36 months; aka...
  • 1096 days; aka...
  • 26304 hours; aka...
  • 1578240 minutes; aka...
  • 94694400 seconds!

Happy Anniversary Potato Head!

Thursday, August 14, 2008


In the typist pool, this is what makes me the kid who just got facial hair amongst a group of pre-pubescent boys.
Edit: Eight minutes after posting this, I broke my record. 2.05s.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Things That Sound Bad Out Of Context #1

Oh my goodness another beginning of a series that will not doubt die by next week.

Today's words of wisdom:

TH: "It hurts, but in a pleasurable way."

Reckon I'll get that tattooed on my hip. So deep.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Awesome German Expressions #1

Check out this gem from my study today:

"Erzähl mir keine Märchen!" = "Don't piss down my back and tell me it's raining!"

I'm pretty sure that if someone is pissing on your back, both of you have bigger problems than them telling you lies.

Note: Kyla, how'd you like me to attempt a re-use of that last label?

Saturday, August 09, 2008


Like many people, I watched the Opening Ceremony. The first hour or so was amazing. The drums were incredible. Movable type was awesome. And then... watching all the countries was none of those things.
The only things that made it amusing were:
  • Watching the Chinese girls in white who formed the big circle around the athletes drain in energy, coordination and synchronisation over the two hours of dancing while the athletes walked. By the end, they weren't doing the same moves, or at the same time, and I'm pretty sure half of them were dead inside.
  • Being a fashion critic. As if I'm (not) qualified for that.
  • When Azerbaijain came out, the cameras did the usual flick to any dignitaries that were in the crowd. They showed a well-dressed man and woman standing next to a grumpy looking boy. He looked like he'd been forced to wear a nice shirt, but he'd untucked it in defiance. He had a combover. He didn't seem to enjoy it. He wasn't smiling and waving when the cameras came on, so the woman (who I assume was his mum) nudged him. He waved, but the sort of weak wave you might give to someone you're not a fan of... and somehow looked even more upset. That's what the Olympics is about right? Unhappy children?...No? Crap.

Weak blog.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Pig in a Blanket

My goodness. Will the madness never end?

Note: I must admit... I laughed at the Why section.

Monday, August 04, 2008


I have recently rekindled my relationship with Solitaire. Don't get me wrong. Minesweeper will always hold a place in my heart. But after one evening when I couldn't finish a single game in about fifty tries, I had to fix the problem.
So: Here's where I stand currently:

And yes. I do want to deal again.

PS. Points to anyone who can spot the must-attend event for August, and then adds themselves to the attending list, then turns up to solve a murder!

PPS. Clue: The murderer isn't you.