So the ban is lifted and all is back to normal except for that sick taste that the government has just proven its capacity to do whatever it wants and get away with it. And all we have left with is that old sickening taste in the mouth. I'm beginning to wonder if I need to throw that 3 day old milk...
But two days of finding innovative ways to read blogs has led to a ranking of the various methods.
Geekiest, most ironic, and the coolest. The nerds shall inherit the planet in any case. When all of us will be on the streets Tianmen-esque, some geeky bastard will be secure tunneling in some underground bunker diverting vast sums of Canadian money (loonies, incidentally) into some bank account in an island of Jamaica.
Did I mention I watched Shark Tale? Those Rasta jellyfish... And Don Leno with a mole, and "Sykes! My Brother from another mother!" Now Rastas are interesting.. Turns out in their cannabis induced convoluted state of mind, 'erb is rasta for weed, and kaya is rasta for 'erb... Go figure.
It's amazing how things that have taken time and patience to build, cultivate, achieve can all be destroyed in one swift, fell stroke. Kind of like virginity and a balloon... All it takes is a prick. But bad jokes aside... Spent two hours working out and treading mills, crossing trainers, basic and reverse crunching, sweated bullets, yada yada a couple of days ago. Walked out. Stood under a street light and thought for a while. Beelined to La Casa down the road and quaffed a cold chicken and salami and cheese and mayo. And shaved this morning after working on a beard that was initially french then just all over. Now it stings when the wind hits my chin. Kipling's when you've seen what you've given your life to broken and stoop and build them up with worn out tools aside, seems a tad unfair that it's so simple to break. Swavrovski is a good example.
The answer to what question is 35 cubic feet of dirt or 700 lbs?
Now my blue toe (mentioned earlier, the result of a 5kg plate) has persisted to be blue and all ye who conferred upon me sympathy, many thanks. The rest of you who didn't may ye rot in Davy Jones' Locker, Arrrrrrrr. Now our local paper is extremely excited, as most of us are, at the release of Pirates 2. The excitement unfortunately doesn't mean they can claim that Kidnapped by RL Stevenson is a pirate novel. I think they meant treasure island. After all it is the same author. But that's like saying Rikki-tiki-tavi instead of Sher Khan, after all they are by the same author. Ok the writer of the article is a little on the slow side, but the editor too? Oh there is this funny story about spell checks in newspaper editing that if I told you, I'd have to kill you.
But Pirates 2 should be worth the watch and so it shall be.
The realisation dawns that in ten days I'll be officially out of work, having completed three years of surgical training. Hot damn!
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
But two days of finding innovative ways to read blogs has led to a ranking of the various methods.
Geekiest, most ironic, and the coolest. The nerds shall inherit the planet in any case. When all of us will be on the streets Tianmen-esque, some geeky bastard will be secure tunneling in some underground bunker diverting vast sums of Canadian money (loonies, incidentally) into some bank account in an island of Jamaica.
Did I mention I watched Shark Tale? Those Rasta jellyfish... And Don Leno with a mole, and "Sykes! My Brother from another mother!" Now Rastas are interesting.. Turns out in their cannabis induced convoluted state of mind, 'erb is rasta for weed, and kaya is rasta for 'erb... Go figure.
It's amazing how things that have taken time and patience to build, cultivate, achieve can all be destroyed in one swift, fell stroke. Kind of like virginity and a balloon... All it takes is a prick. But bad jokes aside... Spent two hours working out and treading mills, crossing trainers, basic and reverse crunching, sweated bullets, yada yada a couple of days ago. Walked out. Stood under a street light and thought for a while. Beelined to La Casa down the road and quaffed a cold chicken and salami and cheese and mayo. And shaved this morning after working on a beard that was initially french then just all over. Now it stings when the wind hits my chin. Kipling's when you've seen what you've given your life to broken and stoop and build them up with worn out tools aside, seems a tad unfair that it's so simple to break. Swavrovski is a good example.
The answer to what question is 35 cubic feet of dirt or 700 lbs?
Now my blue toe (mentioned earlier, the result of a 5kg plate) has persisted to be blue and all ye who conferred upon me sympathy, many thanks. The rest of you who didn't may ye rot in Davy Jones' Locker, Arrrrrrrr. Now our local paper is extremely excited, as most of us are, at the release of Pirates 2. The excitement unfortunately doesn't mean they can claim that Kidnapped by RL Stevenson is a pirate novel. I think they meant treasure island. After all it is the same author. But that's like saying Rikki-tiki-tavi instead of Sher Khan, after all they are by the same author. Ok the writer of the article is a little on the slow side, but the editor too? Oh there is this funny story about spell checks in newspaper editing that if I told you, I'd have to kill you.
But Pirates 2 should be worth the watch and so it shall be.
The realisation dawns that in ten days I'll be officially out of work, having completed three years of surgical training. Hot damn!
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
