Archives, eh
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# Get out, damn you, get out! #496
I guess I brought (oh god, please let me have got that right) it on myself. There is an ad on tv at the moment. I’ve no idea what it is for, which tells you how effective the ad is. Something about young girls prancing about in their underwear, so that pretty much narrows it down to everything not directly related to the Catholic Church, and if the Simpsons has told me anything, perhaps even those ads.
Any way, the ad features the Transvision Vamp song, "Baby I Don’t Care". Ignoring my rule of thumb on the eighties (The "Nothing Good Came Of The Eighties" Law. People, I give you Hazy Fantazy as People’s Exhibit One), I succumbed to a wave of nostalgia and downloaded it and "I want your love". Somehow, sense did not kick in at this point, and I listened to them. Astonishingly, I still did not wake up and smell the hairspray and I sent them to work to put in the music library. Now they’re stuck in my head, and they won’t get out. Damn you, Eighties! Damn you to Hades!
Worse. The song immediately after them in the Library was the Traveling Wilburys. Wow, you can actually hear the arthritis.
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# What a cute couple
A mobile phone just went off in the office, buzzing and beeping away while its owner was afk. (No, this isn’t one of those posts, this has even less depth) I and a colleague exchanged resigned glances, knowing it would be the owner’s girlfriend. Judging by previous experience, she simply won’t stop calling until she gets him. She’ll alternate: deskphone, mobile, desk phone, mobile. Bouncing her on the mobile phone won’t do no good, cause she’ll leave a message on his voice mail and then call his desk phone, and then go back to the mobile after about ten rings.
However, hope springs eternal, so I went around to his desk and bounced her. But I glanced at the screen as I did so, in case it was someone else. It wasn’t her. It was a reminder. He was reminding himself of an anniversary. Yep, three years since he had bought his Nissan 200SX Silvia. What’s three years? The Lube Anniversay?
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# Have at you!
The Olympics would obviously be better if every athlete carried a sword. If competitors had sharpened blades, equestrian would at least be watchable and gymnastics would require a lot more strategy.
Words to live by. And not just for the Olympics. Every morning and every afternoon, while mounting and leaving the train, I often wish that I had a sabre. Facetiousness aside, the sabre and epee are the two sports I would love to see, but the local broadcaster is about as likely to show them as they are to show the drug testing after the Men’s 100m sprint. Meanwhile, I’ve seen the Men’s 200m Freestyle enough now, thanks all the same.
