The Led will not be gotten out again
Straight from the horse’s mouth. Oh well, at least it’ll reduce the aggregate global amount of sphincter-twitching that goes on from day to day.
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Looking for the white rabbit
It has to be said – relaxing in a classy hotel room is wayyyy better than dragging one’s sorry exhausted arse through cattle-class flights & unfriendly airports. Presently I’m sitting in our loungeroom at the Trump International Tower, looking out across Downtown and over into the mountains. Our room is amazing. Seriously, this is the…
Concourse blogging
G’day thrillseekers! You can tell when I’m bored when I start blogging things as I’m actually doing them. In a fit of disastrous forward planning, I’ve got 6 hours to kill in Dulles Washington Airport, on my way to Las Vegas. It hasn’t taken long to ascertain that Dulles is in fact nowhere usefully near…
Behold, the vapours of supposed fiction coalesce and reveal their astonishing bounty!
So, I tend to quote a lot of British Comedy at people, right? By which I mean lines from TV shows and movies – stuff like Blackadder, Monty Python, Red Dwarf, The Young Ones, Bad News, etc. – as this was my peer group’s aggregate sense of humour, and we all enjoyed being able to…
Rummaging time again
Upon walking back from lunch the other day, I noticed that the building across the road from our office had a “For Sale” sign tacked out the front of it, and so taking heed of the only instinct I seem to have gained which indicates that I’m supposed to be getting more mature & responsible,…
La Plastique Barbe du Destin (The Plastic Beard of Destiny)
Being world famous isn’t as hard as it used to be – admittedly that depends a bit on your definition of the term “world famous”; it has been made much easier in the last 10 years or so with the advent of this digital medium, where you can hang out any manner of personal endorsement…
Zwicky Zwicky wild
I’m no great scientician, however I do find science interesting and I envy those who had the brain capacity to stick with it (my scientific academic career consisted of getting straight ‘A’s in chemistry right up to the point we started doing vapour pressure, at which point I lost the plot & never really recovered. …
Your move, Mr D.
In response to my recent Facebook message from Mr J. Davis of Adelaide, South Australia: I’d like to suggest that there’s more than one form of victory available. Yep.
Taxi grammar
Oh dear, it’s another taxi anecdote. Got a cab home from work last night (the closer to the next morning it gets, the less inclined I am to stand about waiting for buses), and I wave this clown over right? As the turn of phrase goes, I say “Hi mate, can ya take us over…
I find your lack of spuds disturbing
Recently-ish, in the habit I’ve grown accustomed to now, I had a birthday. This temporal landmark doesn’t always seem to inspire a massive shower of gifts in the way that one quietly hopes it will, however I do from time to time receive a happy smattering of such tokens from my nearest & dearest. It’s…