Monday, November 29, 2010

Politics

An elegant way for incredibly intelligent people to look intelligently incredible.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

The Scottish Dylan Moran



"It'd make your face, oh, 90 percent less distracting"

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Skim, the Bane of my Existence

It's really depressing at work sometimes.

The fug of depression is brought on by the more generously proportioned of our local community coming into my fine work establishment. They start their order:
"Regular double shot Latte with skim and caramel"
"No worries, any sugars?"
"Oh, yeah, three please"
Suffice to say, this grinds my gears something foul.

WHAT THE HELL IS THE POINT OF SKIM MILK WHEN YOU ADD ABOUT DOUBLE THE CALORIES OF THE MILK WITH THE SYRUP AND SUGARS?

And I mean, with the look of you, skim milk's not going to do anything for you anyway.
Exercise and healthy eating would do you a far greater level of comparative good.

And it's really depressing because I feel sorry for these people, that they need to put their minds at peace by using skim milk instead of full fat, but they can't shake their own wanton addiction and ignore their own needs by putting all the sugar in it, or worse, happily accepting the free cookies we provide as part of our coffee, which are basically just sugar. How about a trade in? Change your skim milk for full fat but trade your cookies and sugar syrups for some exercise and maybe a salad or a piece of fruit.
It pisses me off when people make a token gesture towards something they obviously need but completely nullify it through some other weakness. It pisses me off and it depresses me, simultaneously, that they don't have the spine to just say no.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

The Seething Rain Weeps For You

For a while I've wanted to get a tattoo, just a small inconspicuous one somewhere not visible in every day clothing.

I reckon I'll end up getting words, and I've started looking for good stuff.
I think I'll just get a passage from this song. I think this has the best lyrics of any song I've ever heard.


Saying goodbye now
Looking at friends
A lump comes in my throat
Hearing them all speak of you

It rains
We have no umbrella brought
With which the wind be fought
The seething rain weeps for you

Speaking of better days
There are so many things I want to say
Should I re-live my life
I´d run into you much sooner

Time has, it would seem
Quickened its pace
Leaving upon your face
A curly smile meant just for me

Speaking of better days
I try to remember everything
But as the years go by
The dark moments lift
Like rain clouds do

With destruction hands
And low lit snow becoming
Winter body aches

Speaking of better days
I try to remember everything
But as the years go by
The dark moments lift
Like rain clouds do

From my window I watch the day go by

[Uda Pruda]

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Challenger



http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Challenger_disaster

Monday, November 1, 2010

Speaking of Pommy gits..


Get one big fat fucker and consolidate it...CONSOLIDATE IT

Pommy Git

There's a new British guy at work.

He was really surprised that I could tell he was from London just from his accent.

He's a football fan, but he supports United despite the fact he's from sodding London!
(Reckons he likes the way they play)

He made fun of Australians pretty much the whole time, and our accents and culture and stuff. Don't really know why he's here to be honest!