Be Excellent To Each Other

Any machine that has stopped working while you're using it must be fixed before sleep. This is fundamental.

5 Pro marijuana arguments that aren't helping.

I pretty much concur with all of this.

I appear to be some harbinger of misfortune in the past 16 hours. Firstly, I was going up to Headington to see some old colelagues, hopped on the bus, which travelled for 30 yards before mowing down a cyclist. Then, this morning, I was crossing the bridge over the road, and an articulated car transporter went under it. For about 4 feet, before the roof of the new Alfa Romeo on top of it arrested the process with much scraping and twisting of metal.

Hahahahah, all the bananas, Chinny.

So, I got OOO and the "nice vegetation" mods to work, but now with either or both running it's borked my framerate (it's not a gaming laptop). It was running just fine before. Bobbins. Time to uninstall the mods and play normally.

I got to walk through the driver's cab today on the train, as I was late. I think this will be the highpoint of my day.

You hijacked the train to get to work on time?

I am worried that tomorrow's enormous football tournament is going to be hampered by the weather.

I've gone off the rails somewhat.

There's a yawning chasm of difference between what you can achieve in life and what you want to achieve in life, and you've got to mind that gap.

Agree, you need to work with pressure and build a head of steam, you'll back on your timetable soon enough

This wasn't as bad as I expected. All of a sudden it was 9-30PM and I hadn't eaten. Don't really miss them, though.

Like.

In the office, after discussing The Apprentice, and what that woman who left this week did, we tried to work out a way to describe to others what some people in the industry do. By far the best answer was this:

"The way to view it is this: They take money from poor people, take a cut, give it to some rich people, who take a cut then give it to some soon to be rich people. After a bit, they give it back to the rich people, who take a cut, and give it to them, who take a cut, and then either give it back to the poor people, or give it to some more rich people and the cycle starts again".

I've also learnt that cricket bats used to have to be broken in (takes about 6 weeks), and that the thing about footballers being born September-December is true as one person coaches a team and only one of the new intake was born post January. ANd MrsA wants a weekend away, it seems the prospect of BeexBQ and a night in a hotel just isn't enough.

Tell MrsA to wait until your weekend away in October.

Good plan. Now what should I do about the pictures of tatty second hand sofas she's sending me to try to get me to pick them up?

Send her pictures of tatty MX5s.

Shouldn't be too hard. Pictures are rarely that heavy.

You did not know this?

No, as I was saying to them, my only experience of playing was out school. Each and everytime I was out for a golden duck, so my impression of the game was standing around in a field for an hour. Complete fucking waste of my time. It colored my impression of it for years. Now, however, I really enjoy watching it.

MaliA, outted:

Where is my post? I'm waiting for a hamster cage damn it (my hamster is going bald, vet does not know why, I'm getting him a new cage/bedding/ect in case it's something in there.

Its old age, it happens to most blokes, tell him to be proud of it.

Feck me, ain't that the truth. I feel real kinship with that hamster.

It's the fact that the hair migrates off your head and onto your body that perplexes me. Thankfully I'm not there yet, but my Dad does give a good indication of my genetic destiny.

Very true mate, but then I've always had a 'Carlos Fandango' chestwig and am proud of it! Makes me the urbane troglodyte that I am. (Women are very Marmite about it - they either absolutely love, or loathe, lots of chest hair, at least in my experience. Same goes for an overtly muscular build).

NO YOU CAN'T HAVE A GUINEA PIG/S DUE TO RED KITES. BLAME KALMAR.

She's really playing me up, today.

I've hedged my bets and just gone for the chest hair.

Om nom nom! I love a hairy chest....

Heh, Ramsea bought a heart rate monitor and couldn't get it to work, he was sure they'd sent him the wrong thing (he didn't read the instructions, obviously). I did...."Er, it says here that excessive chest hair with stop it working, retard, it needs to have at least some contact with your skin."

I was searching for something on 'Bing!' and I found this introduction to a blog. And it has worried me:



Except for what?

Guinea pigs can't fly kites, silly.

Your face couldn't fly a kite.

I've had the week from hell at work.

Consequently, I am going to go to the Golden Ball at Ironbridge tonight with the missus and her friends, and get as drunk as I can.

I can't remember which Park and Ride car park I left the car in. Two days ago....

Increasingly convinced MaliA lives in a sitcom.

A cross between One Foot in the Grave and Two Pints, I think.

Or even if it is there at all. It isn't outside the house, and I didn't see it at the station yesterday or today, so it is stolen or in a Park and Ride car park. I'd know if I had my suit on, as I'd have a bus ticket in it. but I don't as it is mufti day. And it will be in one of two car parks.

"Mr Dave's Comedy Adventures As A West Country GP", natch.

I once impressed friends with being able to get the Golf to turn it's headlights on from 500 metres away in a carpark, thanks to the "welcome home" feature combined with fresh batteries in the key.

Conclusion - buy a Golf and ensure you have fresh batteries in the key zapper, Then go to the carpark at night, climb on top of a car and start zapping.

Will & Grace and Will & Grace.

You watch too much Dr Who.

The suspense is killing me.

I feared to click it. I found it disturbing.

BOOO! You've ruined it now. I had all kinds of things in my head as to what happened.

She's trying to get chickens now. Thanks, Kalmar.

FTFY.

Is it Dimrill?

You veh welcome.

My brother has chickens - they're awesome. Lovely fresh eggs, and cost next to nothing to keep. Their poop is good, but horridly vile, fertilizer as well.

Apparently badgers like eggs though, and badger proofing a fence or pen is quite a feat of civil engineering.By all accounts chicken wire tacked to small bits of wood just ain't up to the job.

I keep my badgers a good half mile away, they don't seem to roam that far, or not in this direction anyway.