It just seemed to be what everyone around me was doing. The courier who was supposed to pick up three parcels on 14/12 arrived shortly after I posted... By the time he actually got here there were six parcels.
And then there's the matter of the disappearing box.
And hayfever is rampant. At work. We all seem to be allergic to something here.
Then there's trying to install XP Service Pack 2 on the only computer in the building that isn't running Win98.
1. Warning: do not even attempt to think of doing an XP SP2 install over the network or via Microsoft Update. You have been warned. Use penguins instead.
2. I have noticed that a lot of trees down that end of Adelaide were trying to have sex with me. Must be something in the water ... or possibly the sheer attractiveness of your office staff.
3. Somebody didn't put the Cheshire cat out last night. It ate the box.
4. Couriers are well-renowned for being unable to count. They have lost our two very large RAID enclosures somewhere between Sydney and Adelaide. Twice. One learns to be unconcerned. Eventually by some Milesian random shuffling all the little parcels will end up where they are supposed to be.
5. Monday is a state of mind. Possibly upset only by the state of one's ironing. That must be why God is an iron. ("If felons commit felony...")
Pavane the Mostly Harmless (and now for some Vogon poetry)
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And then there's the matter of the disappearing box.
And hayfever is rampant. At work. We all seem to be allergic to something here.
Then there's trying to install XP Service Pack 2 on the only computer in the building that isn't running Win98.
And so forth. It was a pseudo-Monday.
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2. I have noticed that a lot of trees down that end of Adelaide were trying to have sex with me. Must be something in the water ... or possibly the sheer attractiveness of your office staff.
3. Somebody didn't put the Cheshire cat out last night. It ate the box.
4. Couriers are well-renowned for being unable to count. They have lost our two very large RAID enclosures somewhere between Sydney and Adelaide. Twice. One learns to be unconcerned. Eventually by some Milesian random shuffling all the little parcels will end up where they are supposed to be.
5. Monday is a state of mind. Possibly upset only by the state of one's ironing. That must be why God is an iron. ("If felons commit felony...")
Pavane the Mostly Harmless
(and now for some Vogon poetry)
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(imagine the above written in large, friendly letters)
I also know where my towel is.
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Have an interglactic gargleblaster...
I know where my towel is but seem to have misplaced my toothbrush could anyone loan me one?