| KKD 2005-07-11 14:04:50 ET
The past two days were fun-filled days at various government offices/banks/post with my mum. |
Beurocracy is just another way of saying I love you.
Seriously, I wasn't gonna do anything with those hours anyway.
Hmm. Receding hairline. Nice.
:: Listening to: The Stone Roses - Made of Stone (808 State mix) ::
| Bedtime stories 2005-06-20 02:49:47 ET
Once upon a time, in the land of Telaviv, lived a young comics store clerk.|
He was a happy-go-lucky chap, though he was very poor.
One day, a fat lady came into the store.
"Where's the Buffy memorobillia?? I NEED IT." Said the lady.
"Uhm, actually, we're all out of Buffy merchandise at this time, miss." answered the comics store clerk apologetically.
"Lies!!!" said the fat lady. "Where are you hiding them?? We need our Buffy things NOW!!" she yelled, her face turning red.
"No, miss, honestly, the series ended ages ago, they're not putting out new merchandise.." said the comics store clerk, motioning with his hands to calm down.
"WHY DO YOU HIDE THEM FROM US?? I CAN SMELL YOUR LIES, BOY." said the lady, who as rage consumed her, seemed to be turning older and older. By the time the sentence was finished, she looked like she was at least 100 years old.
"Look, ma'am, I'm not lying. We have no Buffy crap." said the comics store clerk, and shook his head. "Another name to the loony-list," thought the clerk.
"But can I offer you the latest issue of Joss Whedon's X-Men perhaps?" suggested the comics store clerk.
"You'll regret this, puny boy!" she screamed. "If you do not supply our Buffy requirements by midnight, you will turn into a toad!!" said the old fat hag.
"No, you'll regret this," said the clerk, and pulled out from under the counter a chopped shotgun, and promptly blasted the old fat witch to kingdom come.
"sigh," he thought. "So many lost souls."
| The Birdie 2005-06-11 07:41:28 ET
Once upon a midnight dreary (noonish, actually)|
while I pondered, weak and weary (hungover)
over many quaint and curious volumes of forgotten lore (teh interweb)
While I nodded, nearly napping, (passing out)
suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my balcony door(?!!) -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
There I noticed a little birdie had crashed into my balcony door.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my balcony floor-
Perched upon a dusty sofa just above my balcony floor -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
:: Listening to: Fixmer/McCarthy - Freefall (Covenant mix)::
| Rotten 2005-06-10 15:45:12 ET
| 1 down, 2 to go 2005-05-29 13:05:27 ET
This week marks the end of the 2nd semester of my first year in University.|
I have yet to learn a thing.
Just thought I'd mention that.
Okay, carry on :)
:: Listening to: Beroshima - Crucial ::