And so it came to pass that a computer was tormented by moisture and decided to not work till it had dried off. Such is the tale of woe that a friend of mine (and a significant contributor to this blog) is currently playing a role in. Reminds me of the earliest transistor and vacuum tube run machines that crashed one day. The engineers (evil laugh track) took a week or so to check every wire and circuit and discovered that the culprit was a moth. Thus the term bug. Or so says Apocrypha.
Bone (dead) tired after some two instructors at the gym decided that today was Judgement Day and I hadn't been a good boy. All references to BDSM apart, it felt like that minus the dirty bits. So here I am back waiting for God to intervene and a benevolent MI to end the suffering.
Craving meat again. To eat, you filthy minds. Cooked, you filthier minds. Like Chicken, dope.
It doesn't help that a friend's been belting cheap food at some chinese joint called Wan Ley. How that name lends itself to poor humor... Dinner for two? wanley 200 roopees.
I wan ley you down in a bed of roses....
Ok that's it. But that Bed of Roses is another potential. Take out the down and there another kinky movie. I'm beginning to think I'm in the wrong line of work... Or perhaps its just that I haven't done my cutting bit in a while. Gross as it sounds, it's true. It doesn't even help that I'm in a vegetarian house (despite being an ardent supporter of the right to eat red meat) otherwise I'd have come up with some cheaper albeit denigrating alternative.
Like Carving meat. To eat, you filthy minds. Cooked, you filthier minds. Like Chicken, dope.
More new music. Bela Fleck and the Flecktones. It's a really good jam band. Get on stage and noodle for a few hours on a banjo/mandolin, bass, horns/flute, percussion. Neat stuff. So they have this song called Chennai off the album The Hidden Land. It's called chennai so we assume, with valid reason that it's inspired (unlike annnnuuu malllick) by something Indian classical. So it is. But this is what a reviewer had to say. And this too. Middle eastern? Mongolian? You'll have to dig a bit for that Mongolian bit, but it's there. The world is doing it's I'm better off ending thing on me again.
The other new band/artist is Jack Johnson. Curious George's Singalong songs apart, he's pretty good. Nice john mayer/dave matthew-esque voice and acoustic guitar. Nice.
Notice ye evil being, who's moisture ridden calculator is now back to being high and dry, It's nice so go listen.
Quote of the day - Yes Prime Minister - A Bishop's Gambit
Dean of Oxford - "Isn't it awful in Qumran (random fictional middle eastern country) they cut off your hands for any offence and women who commit adultery are stoned..."
Sir Humphrey - "Unlike here where women get stoned and then commit adultery."
Peace be on ye.
Bone (dead) tired after some two instructors at the gym decided that today was Judgement Day and I hadn't been a good boy. All references to BDSM apart, it felt like that minus the dirty bits. So here I am back waiting for God to intervene and a benevolent MI to end the suffering.
Craving meat again. To eat, you filthy minds. Cooked, you filthier minds. Like Chicken, dope.
It doesn't help that a friend's been belting cheap food at some chinese joint called Wan Ley. How that name lends itself to poor humor... Dinner for two? wanley 200 roopees.
I wan ley you down in a bed of roses....
Ok that's it. But that Bed of Roses is another potential. Take out the down and there another kinky movie. I'm beginning to think I'm in the wrong line of work... Or perhaps its just that I haven't done my cutting bit in a while. Gross as it sounds, it's true. It doesn't even help that I'm in a vegetarian house (despite being an ardent supporter of the right to eat red meat) otherwise I'd have come up with some cheaper albeit denigrating alternative.
Like Carving meat. To eat, you filthy minds. Cooked, you filthier minds. Like Chicken, dope.
More new music. Bela Fleck and the Flecktones. It's a really good jam band. Get on stage and noodle for a few hours on a banjo/mandolin, bass, horns/flute, percussion. Neat stuff. So they have this song called Chennai off the album The Hidden Land. It's called chennai so we assume, with valid reason that it's inspired (unlike annnnuuu malllick) by something Indian classical. So it is. But this is what a reviewer had to say. And this too. Middle eastern? Mongolian? You'll have to dig a bit for that Mongolian bit, but it's there. The world is doing it's I'm better off ending thing on me again.
The other new band/artist is Jack Johnson. Curious George's Singalong songs apart, he's pretty good. Nice john mayer/dave matthew-esque voice and acoustic guitar. Nice.
Notice ye evil being, who's moisture ridden calculator is now back to being high and dry, It's nice so go listen.
Quote of the day - Yes Prime Minister - A Bishop's Gambit
Dean of Oxford - "Isn't it awful in Qumran (random fictional middle eastern country) they cut off your hands for any offence and women who commit adultery are stoned..."
Sir Humphrey - "Unlike here where women get stoned and then commit adultery."
Peace be on ye.
