I’ve been thinking… I need more pretzel bandwidth… I can only produce enough saliva to eat one at a time… And I need a break between pretzels to recover from the salty overload that each one packs in its overnight bag… Solutions?
Category: General
Pimp’n.
I’m the pimpin’est mother fucker in the world. I also like Pretzels.
New stuff.
Added some new stuff, well, some of it is new, some of it is just old stuff that I’ve changed the presentation of. Street Art. Hot Police Action.
Moonbat.
Snapped out of our happy dozing by an animalistic scream from across the park… Jumped out of bed to peek out the window and get to watch someone smashing the hell out of a car with a bat… Hot red grabs the phone to call the police while I keep an eye out, young Dylan appears on the deck beneath our window with his scanner, eventually the police start to arrive, first comes a delta unit, then the eagle police helicopter. The police dispatcher asks that we go across to identify the house etc, so we do, we get there as the delta guy gets his dog out of the back of the wagon and starts sniffing the various scents around the place "Wait right there guys!", so we do. He takes off up the side of the house, another car appears, Dylan points the officer up the side of the same house, he dissapears, another cop arrives, according to Dylan’s scanner, Eagle was hovering over the ‘suspect’ (as if there’s any doubt, right?) telling the delta guy where to go… They bring a little-man down the side of the house, with a bit of scuffling and complaining, I’d never be as stroppy with police as this guy, but then I’m not a retard, and I’m not usually drunk, not very anyway. So there he is, scuffling with a bunch of cops, even as more arrive… And there we are, watching and snickering… "Why don’t you guys do your jobs" or some equally ridiculous crap… Anyway, we gave a statement, and drifted back to the house.
What an excellent suburb. And what an excellent police force. Didn’t need guns or anything.
Secret flowers guy.
I couldn’t say anything before, but I secretly had a big bunch of happy sunflowers delivered to my baby while she’s doing some stuff for Quicksilver today… Just in case you think I’m a cheap bastard and didn’t do anything.
Sunflowers = my favourite.
When I woke up, on my desk was a gorgeous (and huge) sunflower from my baby… And a nicely wrapped box of pucca. It kicks ass to be loved.
The fish naming game.
No spills yet. But there’s still time… BTW, I’ve called the fish Bully (who is big and orange); Scrappy (the smaller bronze one); and Hungry (the other bronze one).
I’m going to eat you little fishies… I’m going to eat you little fishies… I’m going to eat you little fishies, ‘cos I like eating fish.
Living dangerously.
If you’ve read about my dangerous habit of shorting out the mains through my chest, you’ll know that I can do things a bit differently from other people… Today, I’ve built a nice stand for the aquarium hot red gave me for my birthday… It took over the space on my desk which had previously been allocated to my hub and ADSL router… Well, some say that if you can’t build out, build up. So I did. With three (3) tins of Italian Tomatoes, chopped, with Red & Green Capsicum. Nice and safe, having 10 litres of the wet stuff, pirched precariously over the electronics, yes?..
Another great day.
Great day, scored our biggest contract yet, and it’s still only the beginning of the year, very happy.
Also, went to the library, and had a nice Pad Thai for dinner down at Mercury Plaza, "Sorry, no beef, you have pork?!"… Lucky I’m not jewish.