I think..

..that I'm finally done with this*.

Bye all.


* I know: I've said that before and been wrong before.
Anything could happen.
And it could be right now.

gravy train

Wrote a brief note to the Registrar today, along the lines of "give me more money you bastard, love Jeff".

The awesome thing is that he has to.

God bless the civil service and all those who sail in her.

my management guru

I think I'm getting the hang of this boss thing. For example: I took today off. Sweet.

In other news Belle returns! And she's blogged twice already - that's two times in a year! I'm embarrassed that I de-linked her, thinking she might have been devoured by squirrels. Seriously. It could happen. Stop looking at me like that.

never leave home without your crown of feyndor

More masterfully hilarious weirdness from neOnbubble.

On the me front: possible actual personal post soon. I can feel it coming on.

Oh, hang on, it was just gas. Carry on.

the show

Best ze ever.

In unrelated me news: I have nothing to relate.

big cheese

Busy busy busy..

So I've been a permanent (un)civil slave for just about a month now and they bloody went and made me boss!

The fools. They know not what terror they've unleashed upon the world. Mwahahahahaha!

I even told them I'd let the power go entirely to my head and rule with an iron fist. Apparently that's ok. So I've been throwing my weight around as much as possible and appending all emails I send with "PS Screw this up and you're fired."

But, damn, ordering people around and recruiting sycophants and toadies is hard work - I don't know how Hitler managed it. Well, he was German so certainly a lot more efficient. At the rate I'm going I'll be unlikely to even make Dictator of the Glorious Principality of New South Wales (working title) before retirement.

Might have a Roman holiday tomorrow, with gladitorial contests - armed only with office supplies.

Turn the print room into a gulag.

A re-education centre in the research department...

So many things to do!

blister in the sun

That was from yesterday's training session - on concrete and in 30-odd degree heat.

Now I'm off to karate again. I think I may be doing a lot of hopping..

ratboy

Whilst trolling through Imdb today I found this gem of a review for an obscure 80s flick*. It starts off with:

Ratboy is horrible. Horrible horrible.

continues on through:

People, i ask you to please go see this and start appreciating quality films again.

and finishes with:

In fact, it's so bad, that i need to invent a new word to describe it: Natoosh. A movie is "natoosh" when it extends the boundaries of bad film. When it redefines our core values of good and evil, well, that's natoosh. Ratboy is Natoosh to the extreme. I pray for humanity...

I love it when people hate things eloquently. Plus I like the term 'natoosh' and will start the campaigning for it's inclusion in the dictionary.

* Yes, I have no life.

webby

Just discovered that a friend has a blog! Not through any sleuthing on my part actually.. she discovered mine and emailed me. Her hubby* is a Christchurch Yoshukai escapee. Or so he thinks. Don't kid yourself boyo - we're like the mafia: you never get out alive...

Check out her blog. It's funny, erudite and sharper than a laser razor. It's been obvious to the rest of us for a long time who has the brains in that particular relationship**.

Also, if you're into that sort of thing, check out what Peter does. Although there are no photos of the hilarious pratfalls that accompany that particular pasttime..

In other news: I'm always the last to discover anything good on the interweb and I've only recently had zeFrank drawn to my attention***: 5 years after his insanely hilarious debut (check out the show too - although today's one isn't so interesting). Brilliant stuff.


* They had the best vows at their wedding, the bit I remember was to promise to "never be useless".

** Or the looks.. let's face it Pete, being dragged along on your face for a living hasn't enhanced the limited blessings nature endowed you with..

*** Thanks, as always, to Michelle.

dribbly goodness

Check out the Jackson Pollock simulator. Hours of fun!

Well, minutes... but great minutes.

Yes, I'm drunk but I'm sure it'll be fun in the morning too.