Ho ho huh?
Christmas has come and gone already - time really does fly, does it not?
For me, Christmas, this year, was defined by a mathematical impossibility. You see, to be able to offer everyone in my family a seat at the dinner table, we had to employ an extra table from the back room. Getting it out of the back room and into the dining room was a cinch.
However.
After an elaborate dinner, with our bellies filled and our glassed emptied, it turned out to be impossible to get the bloody table back into the back room. Literally impossible; the damn thing appeared to be too big to fit through the door opening. Apparently, in the intervening hours, the bloody thing had grown a size or two (as we all had). We tried it from every end and from every angle, but, geometrically speaking, it simply could not be done.
That is, until a certain person (5' 7, plaid skirt, black leather boots, stockings, woollen turtleneck sweater, hair in a bun: my girlfriend) decided to swap mathematical precision and geometrical calculation for brute force. A sliver of paint or two may have perished in the onslaught, but the table went through the door opening and into the room.
That's my girl.
On an entirely different note:
(1) Watching Wolf Creek, a film about three people backpacking through Australia who get ambushed and subsequently get brutally slaughtered, is just fine.
(2) Going backpacking through Australia for at least a six month period is simply awesome.
Doing (1) less than 48 hours before leaving to go do (2)? Perhaps not such a good idea.
Cheers
For me, Christmas, this year, was defined by a mathematical impossibility. You see, to be able to offer everyone in my family a seat at the dinner table, we had to employ an extra table from the back room. Getting it out of the back room and into the dining room was a cinch.
However.
After an elaborate dinner, with our bellies filled and our glassed emptied, it turned out to be impossible to get the bloody table back into the back room. Literally impossible; the damn thing appeared to be too big to fit through the door opening. Apparently, in the intervening hours, the bloody thing had grown a size or two (as we all had). We tried it from every end and from every angle, but, geometrically speaking, it simply could not be done.
That is, until a certain person (5' 7, plaid skirt, black leather boots, stockings, woollen turtleneck sweater, hair in a bun: my girlfriend) decided to swap mathematical precision and geometrical calculation for brute force. A sliver of paint or two may have perished in the onslaught, but the table went through the door opening and into the room.
That's my girl.
On an entirely different note:
(1) Watching Wolf Creek, a film about three people backpacking through Australia who get ambushed and subsequently get brutally slaughtered, is just fine.
(2) Going backpacking through Australia for at least a six month period is simply awesome.
Doing (1) less than 48 hours before leaving to go do (2)? Perhaps not such a good idea.
Cheers
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