I never really liked Vimto.
The newspaper man likes my first offerings, so beer is coming my way. Woo. Although his editor, it seems, wants me to include more "psychological profiles" in the blurbs. More personality assassination, I think. I pointed out that not only is there no art to find the mind's construction in the face, but also that physiogamy went out in the late 19th century. Still, I said I'd do what I could.And, frankly, as long as they keep the beer coming, I'm game for anything... beer-whore that I am.
Monday segues into Tuesday with the regular disconnection from the msn servers which always throws me in to a mild panic and, once again, reminds me that my matrix connect/disconnect sounds are sort of backwards.
I have new discoveries at work that are entertaining and which I shall enthuse about at a later juncture. It's looking good, though. Also quite exciting. I am quite excited.
Salesman is currently enthusing about a torch. Which is nice. It is a lovely torch though. With a torch like that, a man could do anything. Should he buy it? What do you think, readers? Answers on a postcard.
Apparently, it can do this. Which is an oddly surreal image and one which shall haunt my waking dreams for days. I am sure.
Other than that, I am tired, my bed is slightly broken and I have no idea where I'm going to live next year. Oh, and the shower has stopped working. Arsecrisps.
Everything else is peachy.
Oh, except that I have to go to London next week for a funeral. Not so great.
But there it is. What can you do?
That's pretty much the only major cloud on my horizon. All else is groovy and I still a very happy camper.
posted by Memehunter @ 12:10 AM
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It looks like a light saber and I want one. Imagine life with real light sabers. *Sid goes to the depths of her imagination*
Scene 1 Act 1
The department office.
The office assistant that has a face like gangrene: "What do you want?"
Sid: "You're life! Mwhahahahahahahah"
sound effect of Bzzzzzzzzzzz
*Sid lunges forward and takes off office assistant with the face like gangrenes' head in one fell swoop*
The End.
Yep memehunter I can see it now, how much are these things?
In the great divide of American/British language, when you wrote "torch" I immediately thought of a large stick flaming at the top circa all those bad 1940s vampire movies. When I saw it was a flashlight, I felt like an idiot. :o)
I too do not know where I will be living next year. Looking for a roommate in the States?
Sid: life would be so much easier if we were all armed with lightsabers. Sigh. A man can dream.
Jess: yeah, I enjoy confusing Americans with that one. I had a similar language difficulty when I made a pancake for an American friend of mine on tuesday that was further componded when I told him to put lemon and sugar on it. Living with you would be a blast, if only for the daily linguistic confusions we could get in to.
Damn.
Stiffed on pay. No Light of A Thousand Suns for me. No glorious duels. No illuminating the electoral procedures of the Ukraine with 50 watts of focussed light.
Alas.
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