I suppose it is a moral victory of sorts

Walking along to work today and I was accosted by some teenage boys handing out fliers. I said no thanks and kept walking and listening to my mp3 player. So then one of them started trying to get in my way and yelling "Just take it!". The other looked on and laughed or something.
This is a moral victory since I did not get "Just take it you fat ugly bitch", which I would have expected.

Sunday Morning da-dah-da-da-da-dah

Another Sunday (my Friday) and I feel like I need a complete blood transfusion, brain transplant and strategically placed monkey glands in order to return to my normal, substandard functionality. Is this a sign of aging, this absolute lethargy after a circumspect weekend? I'm glad there is only 5 more minutes until my lunch break, where I will eat scungy leftovers and sup deep on some nasty nasty nasty instant coffee. I will continue the maundering post after such time.
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Well, wouldn't you know it, the universe does at times provide entertainment. Today was one of those special occasions. I don't know if I misheard or what by I am going to stick to my version of the story. Some guy was just in at the Information desk asking what year it was.
You will all know the conclusions I was leaping to - Sam had quantum leaped in and was going to set some hideous miscarriage of justice right.
Oh Boy.

This ought to bring back fond memories

Nasty nasty freeloader

You'd think my birthday would give me maturity and make me less of a stingy bastard, but the day afterwards I was still attending the art gallery openings with those sweet sweet hor d'ouevres.

It's hard to imagine

But someone was actually quoted as being "very excited" about porridge. That ex SAS money saver guy, the one who looks like he has let the exercise regime pass by the wayside, is probably quietly rapturous too. His moustache will be quivering in suppressed excitement. You can read about the palpitation causing announcement here.

Wanton destruction

Today was a bit of a mess for me, as I was running on too little sleep. It feels like months since I got to sleep in properly. By properly I mean sleeping in until the afternoon. Its self inflicted of course, that damn Playstation is so much more appealing than the thought of doing school work after work. So deadlines were pushed back and I found myself doing school stuff at 1.30 am when I had to be working the next morning.
Needless to say I was a bit sour when I was with it enough to be anything.

Highlights included:
-almost clipping a measure of coffee into the base of my upside down cup
-laying some whoop-ass on an innocent book I was supposed to be repairing
-attempting to carry extremely hot toast in my bare hands and burning myself
-thinking it would be a good idea to walk up 4 flights of stairs to my 15min tea break

Along with sundry other silly things, including a joke about rugby wife bashers in the staff room. Then I found it amusing that the book I was butchering was called "Berlin: Now and Then" in light of my Leonard Cohen fest yesterday.

But anyway, playstation again tonight but I will try to ensure the smackdown is finished at a respectable hour. Doesn't sound nearly so good does it, though I suppose staying up 'til dawn with an RPG is hardly cool either.

I definitely need to move and get a life.

Happy Anniversary Baby

Got you on my mind.
So I celebrated by listening to the disco sleaze stylings of Leonard Cohen's First We Take Manhattan. I admired his gaggle of backing vocalists while contemplating the destruction of Dunedin's CBD, and the styling choices of Osama.