Daily archives: February 17, 2003

So that's how the holes get there!

What is it about Americans and Doughnuts (read as “Donuts” if you’re the subject). Especially American cops?

Off to Edinburgh for a day or two next week. Might meet somebody like Tony Blair, but then again I may meet somebody important like the great John O himself. Alternatively, I might end up getting seriously mashed. But that doesn’t preclude the other two, just makes for more interesting blogs afterwards.

Odd sense of English. “Alternatively” shouldn’t really work in the sentence above since you can only have two alternatives. “Optionally” didn’t sound right, due to other connotations, which imply I could or couldn’t do it. It doesn’t really accept the hand of fate (nor alcohol) in getting drunk.

As for it being Monday, it’s one of the better days.

Gloat [squared]

That makes two of us, as I have taken the day off as well. My momentum for work this morning was non-existent. I thought I’d do something constructive, but Office XP won’t install, so now I have to remove the old version (it kept crashing whilst trying to remove old components), defrag the disk and try again.

Somebody has decided to install some skate stuff in Victoria Park, a short detour from my commute route. There are a pair of quarter pipes, a jump box, spine and a couple of grind rails. Now I need a BMX, and a time to go there when there aren’t any kids around to laugh at the inept old guy.

I don’t know if I can keep up work posing for much longer.


Today I plan to have a highly productive day. How will I manage this I hear you cry. I took the day off work. My first task was to sleep in until noon. I feel that I did an excellent job of this. My next task is to eat a large and unhealthy lunch. I plan to follow this up with buying comics and DVDs. This may not seem like a productive day to you but it beats a normal day in the office (‘work posing’ as John has just put it).

The weekend that wasn't

Ok. Thiink postive. Joy and happiness all around. It is only Monday. Deep breaths. Mantra chanting. Deep breaths. Oh F*ck it, it is Monday and there is nothing to be done about it.

After leisurely perusing the papers on Sunday and taking a big trek up to Arthurs Seat, my momentum going into the weekdays is non-existent. Oh well, what can a pauper do? Condoleeza Rice did the rounds yesterday on the American talk shows stating unequivocally that no matter how many people protested over the weekend it would not make one difference to the showdown with Iraq. Good to see democracy in action.

The other most important news story of the weekend was that Mike Tyson has gotten half of his face tattooed. This is not a joke! He stated it was an “African Tribal Thing”. What a dumbass.


“work posing”The act of going to work and acting as though one was working, e.g. like my job, Ian’s, Mr. Frost’s and many other people.