"You are being shagged by a rare parrot."

-- Stephen Fry to Mark Carwardine - Last Chance To See, episode # 5

Point in case:

Sundays schmundays.

What is it about internet connections that they insist upon failing at the most inopportune moments? Why oh why would he internet gods taunt me by killing my connection for several hours mere moments after I finally get my grubby hands on a much-coveted Google Wave invitation?

(Cheers, Bob.)

And while I am asking difficult questions:

What is it about sundays that makes me feel like crap? The sunday should be one of the best days of the week, it typically being work-free and all, but I cannot remember a sunday that did not end with me turning in early because of a splitting headache or some other physical ailment.

Pity me. Go on. I need it.

But look, I'm not alone in my misery - it's a cross looking cat in a box in front of a plant:



She's not camera shy, she's camera grumpy.

LHC.

After a long and arduous 14 months the Large Hadron Collider is finally back online and ready to suck our reality into a black, godless pit. Which basically mean that I have been waiting 14 months to post this image, which I will never cease to find amusing. A man must respect such splendid punnage.



Ah, sweet relief.

Spent.

While attemtpting to exit my local Burger King just now, carrying a freshly bought and about to be eaten Crispy Chicken™ burger, I stood in front of the doors for a good four seconds, wondering why the hell the doors wouldn't open, before I realised that doors in question were, in fact, push doors as opposed to sliding doors.

Four seconds, while negligible in the context of, say, a human life, is a surprisingly long time when spent waiting for a door to open.

Working 12 hour days three times a week might not be such a good idea after all.

Beauty, thy name is desktop.

't Is. Look:



Pretty, no?

There's one tiny thing about that desktop that does not make sense, but I won't change it because I like it. It's perfect in its subtle imperfection. Find it, I dare you.

Cycle.

... Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Wake. Birth. Cry. Grow. Pain. Crawl. Move. Speak. Move. Move. Kid. Grow. Teen. Rebel. Grow. Up. Fall. Up. Crush. Meet. Kiss. Date. Buy. Love. Sex. Ring. Join. Smile. Kids. School. Dance. Hug. Hold. Rift. Leave. Hate. Gone. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Life. Ha. Bang. Dead. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing ...

Made of win.

There's this substance in the world, rarer than platinum, more precious than diamond, more controversial than oil.

It's called Win, and this video is made of it:



Oh yes.

"Darling, now just don’t put down your guns yet,
If there really was a God here,
He’d have raised a hand by now."

-- Editors - Papillon