And while we’re on a kick of just embedding YouTube videos rather than coming up with any original content, how about this then?
Author: Purple Wyrm
Laughing My Modal Nodes Off
I’m happy to say I have never heard a song by LMFAO in my life (one of the advantages of avoiding commercial radio).
This however is fantastic.
Interesting Musical Facts: Number One
Did you know that Nick Cave and Enya collaborated on a cover of Don’t Fear the Reaper?
No?
Well that’s good, because they didn’t, although enough people seem to think that Finnish goth band HIM sound enough like Nick Cave and Enya to misattribute their cover to them on file sharing networks. Here it is anyway…
Nick Cave? I can sort of hear it. Enya? Doesn’t sound anything like her!
Can’t say I’m a huge fan of HIM’s interpretation (not enough cowbell for a start), but each to their own.
(No doubt many HIM fans are now raging with fury that I dare to describe HIM as a “goth band”. No doubt many HIM fans think I actually care :D)
Not a Good Start
Went into work early today since I had lots to do, and a meeting at 10:00.
Walk out front door at 6:30. Five minutes later struck down with agonising stomach cramps. Stagger to train station, wait 12 minutes for train in various states of severe discomfort. Board train, can’t get seat. Stand at end of aisle, trying not to pass out and sweating like have malaria. Get off train at Perth station, stagger up to “City Place Rest Centre”, pay 50 cents for admission and spend next 15 minutes in toilet stall apparently expelling all major internal organs into bowl.
Stagger out to pharmacy to buy to Buscopan. Not open until 7:30. Go buy water at Trainstop Bakery. Slam finger in door of fridge. Endless agony and subungual hematoma. A distraction from bowels at least. Pharmacy finally opens, scoff down Buscopan like candy.
Get to work, only one in office. Mail server is down. Troubleshooting procedures fail. Phone call after phone call from disgruntled clients.
All things considered, decide to cancel my meeting.
Around the Office…
Co-Worker: False is not a symbol? It might as well say Ego is not a Dirty Word!
Around the Office…
Co-Worker: Does the name Robert Hughes ring a bell?
Me: Yeah… isn’t he that guy who died?
Co-Worker: No, the guy from Hey Dad!
Me: Oh, the guy we all hoped would die…
Tha Pinny Drups
Got an enquiry call through at work today from a guy identifying himself as “Bin”.
I thought this was kind of odd until he started giving me his phone number – “Sux Two Sux…”
Ah! 😀
Curiosity
It worked! In your face gravity! 😀
Be Careful What You Wish For…
Turned on Star Trek: The Next Generation last night to discover it was an episode featuring Ro Laren. This, I thought, was excellent, as I’m always up for some young Michelle Forbes.
The episode turned out to be Rascals.
Not quite that young thank you…
(Vaguely related, I once had a conversation with Stephanie regarding the merits of Bajoran noses. I happen to think they’re cute. She violently disagreed. Vive la différence!)
Do as History Teaches
It’s that time again, the time when the Australian swim team goes off to the Olympics and – to the general consternation of the nation – totally fails to dominate. Our swimmers pick up some silvers, some bronzes and maybe a few golds, and the press fills up with questions about where it’s all gone so wrong.
The thing that everyone fails to remember is that this is the Olympic Games, not the Commonwealth Games. In the Commonwealth Games we slaughter everyone, because, frankly, we’re the only people in the Commonwealth who can actually swim. At the Olympics we face the Americans, the Russians, the Chinese and a horde of upstart, wildcard nations that luck out by stumbling over a single brilliant swimmer. Faced with all that competition we actually punch well above our weight, but there’s still hand wringing and gnashing of teeth every time we win a silver (or, the horror! a bronze) rather than a gold.
To those who are upset at our team’s performance in the pool – or elsewhere – I say shut up and listen to some TISM.
