time's up!

Okay, the day has finally dawned upon us. This is it! No longer will you visit my blog here. No longer will you return here to read. From now on, you will be heading somewhere...else!

So, all you RSS freaks, time up change your feeds! Sure, you can keep the feeds for this one...but it's not going to get you much at all! Update! All of you!

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i've been undone

So this post is supposed to be about my feet. More correctly, this was supposed to be about how Sam has this non-existent mythical power that makes my shoe laces come undone around her. Which is true - I've been wearing the same shoes for 10hrs straight today, and not once have they come undone - not like 5 times in 1.5 hrs.

But this post isn't about Sam. In fact, this post has nothing to do with Sam.

This is a post about dumbasses. The kind of people who do completely dumbass things. Like this guy.



I mean, who really stops four or five metres into the intersection? This is why we have laws against using mobile phones while driving. The guy paid no attention to where he was going, and sailed right on through before realising that yes, (ohcrapohcrapohcrap) that is a red light. I mean, Gosh!

Idiot!

And yes, I know this post really has nothing to do with anything (and yes, I really need to stop accidentally hitting that publish button before I've finished writing my posts). But there were complaints, and those complaints merited some attention. And seeing as I don't have a bunny and a pancake handy, this will just have to do.

i wonder...

How come no one I know calls me chocolate bear?

Seriously, these are the kinds of questions that keep me awake into the wee hours of the morning. I mean, Turk and I have so many similarities! We're both dark skinned; both impeccibly fine specimens of the male species. We both shave our head, both have shiny heads ("hey, you're right, I can see my reflection in it!"), and both keep those wonderful domes well moisturised and looked after.

So if he can have Zach Braff walking up to him on a morning shift, calling him chocolate bear, and asking whether he's waxed his head today so he can steal some wax for his hair, why can't I?!

late night music

I think I've realised that my ears are somehow linked to BoingBoing. Tenuous, but bear with me.

Recently there has been a spate of posts about ear-wax cleaning on BoingBoing - leading to many many people wondering when it is all going to end. Now, I've long been a firm anti-ear-wax person, frequently cleaning them out. My reasoning was that I quite frequently use ear-buds and headphones - making me prone to an increase in ear-wax build up, if my urban mythology serves me correctly.

I wondered whether there was anything to this sudden craze. And so one night, at about 3am, I took off my headphones. And it was then I realised I'd been wearing them for too long.



Yep, that's right. I have custom ear-shape-imprinted headphones.