Check out dude next to me in traffic this evening. Sorry about the crappy quality of the pic - I was driving at the time. It was like he had a fog machine in his exhaust. And under his bonnet. Yet he seemed totally unaware of the fact that his engine was about to leap up out of his car, white hot, with raindrops instantly turning to steam 10 metres above it, perform the best Tom Jones cover you ever heard, then evaporate in a cloud of testosterone and that weird smell a bit like burning rubber that you get when any part of your engine stuff (such as, from my experience, the clutch) is giving out one point twenty one jigawatts of heat.
Speaking of pictures, here's Halloween. I forgot to take a picture of me though. I'll get someone to text one to me....
Aaaaaaand finally, in this pictureoramalamadingdong; I went to a bonfire last Sunday at my Uncle's farm. It was pretty still in the bottom of the valley where I live, but up on his hillside there was a fair old wind. I've never seen a fire burn sideways before. I've helpfully marked where the actual wood was, just so you can see what a tornado we decided to have a blaze and then let fireworks off in. Safety? We'll have none of your pansy city ways here I tell you!
And remember, I'm the reason your parents made hard, wet romance to each other and spawned your magnificent, hard-rocking boo-tay. And I also stole this - Marvel No-Prize to the first person to tell me where from.
Thursday 2/11/2006 - Brrrrr
Britain has been having no real autumn. It's been more like late September; the trees were still green, you didn't need a coat, flowers were still blooming. Until the past two days, where the weather has skipped right on through autumn in a few hours and landed smack-dab in the middle of winter. Good job I bought a new coat at the weekend (Primarni, darling).
Listening to the radio as I type, and I can't help but notice that Akon doesn't know how to pronounce "Gallardo". Someone please tell him; his song is being made even more annoying than it already was. Tch; new money....
I'm also still trying to log into my work server that contains all my extensive planning. And I can't. Because the utterly unprofessional support at my work ran an update and for some reason my user account has gone missing. I'm gonna do my fucking nut if they've lost all the hours of work I've stored on there. I used to do that fucking job and I'm now effectively unable to do the preparation I need to for next week because they are working at a standard that would get them fired in a week in a proper commercial environment. Gah! Ok, breathe Seej, breathe....
Last tonight, I got a lovely piece of spam that I don't even understand but quite like today. Here it is, in full:
From: "Kathy Sands"
To:
Subject: night flower moko-moko
Date: Wed, 1 Dec 2006 22:51:48 -0120
i could not satisfy myself without resolving to choose a wife
from among his daughters, that the loss to
Thanks Kathy Sands for today's WTF moment. I don't even understand the subject (though, strangely, I quite like it).
ADDENDUM: Chacarron, baby, Chacarron!
And remember, I read the missing chapters, then destroyed them. Yeah, of that book....
