tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post7483933933790759183..comments2024-03-07T11:39:09.758+11:00Comments on Will Type For Food: No, you don'tTimThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-36449161615914128592009-02-22T19:27:00.000+11:002009-02-22T19:27:00.000+11:00You're quite a twisted little thing, aren't you?You're quite a twisted little thing, aren't you?Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-55354727593119567772009-02-22T12:44:00.000+11:002009-02-22T12:44:00.000+11:00I decided to be even a bigger bastard to myself th...I decided to be even a bigger bastard to myself than the universe, just to outbastard the bastard.TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-49745019517532273052009-02-21T22:19:00.000+11:002009-02-21T22:19:00.000+11:00The universe is a bastard - especially where work ...The universe is a bastard - especially where work is concerned. <BR/><BR/>How could you have multiple teeth ripped from your mouth and not take a week off work?Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417138778733226637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-66179386765534039412009-02-20T11:03:00.000+11:002009-02-20T11:03:00.000+11:00We could draw neat little dartboards on their face...We could draw neat little dartboards on their faces. With usable pens. And then use the unusuable pens to... <BR/><BR/>No, no, best not to think such thoughts...TimThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529903.post-83423578525899770802009-02-20T09:13:00.000+11:002009-02-20T09:13:00.000+11:00I felt a bit like that the other day.I was at work...I felt a bit like that the other day.<BR/><BR/>I was at work and for some reason I worked back a little late. Just didn't notice the time. I thought, I better go now, but should I ring home to say I'm late? No, because calling will just make me later and if i miss the bus I can always use the mobile.<BR/><BR/>I get to the station and I'm thinking, express bus home or train? Well, I check the timetable and last express bus home is 6.20pm. It's 6.22pm. I didn't see the express leave! Maybe it's gone or maybe it's just late. Maybe I'll hang around just in case it's late. So I hang around waiting ... come on ... a little longer.<BR/><BR/>Of course it doesn't show up and all thistime i'm missing more and more trains and the trains are getting more crowdedas the peak hour gets even worse.<BR/><BR/>So I get on a train as I give up on the bus. It's an all stations train which is slow and I finally get to my station, and have to catch another bus home.<BR/><BR/>Whoops! I see my bus leave, right then!<BR/><BR/>Check timetable.<BR/><BR/>next bus is in ... like ... an hour.<BR/><BR/>Now I really ought to call home, shouldn't I?<BR/><BR/>I pull out my mobile.<BR/><BR/>Damn, the battery has gone.<BR/><BR/>I decide to spend some time at the library nearby, thinking, should I bother to find a public phone and call or offer the librarians 40c or whatever for use of their phone?<BR/><BR/>I think,<BR/><BR/>Oh, it's not that bad. It's also light and good weather so no one will be worried about me.<BR/><BR/>I finally get on the bus (fortunately meanderings in the library didn't distract me to the extent I missed next bus).<BR/><BR/>About 200m from my home bus stop, the us stopped - because the rain started hammering down and the bus driver had to stop to close all the windows in case his poor bus got drenched internally.<BR/><BR/>I wandered home soaked and ended up hammering on the door, "LET ME IN! LET ME IN!" (I didn't want to rummage through my bag for my keys because I'd probably flood my bag with water)<BR/><BR/>The nice thing is that it ended well with Mum fussing over me and left over heated up lasagne.<BR/><BR/>The universe is sometimes against you TimT, better believe it.<BR/><BR/>By the way, people who sell unusable pens should be made to stand in the town square and have ther useless pens thrown at them in public, and insulting things written up in big placards above them with their own unwritable pens!<BR/><BR/>A disgrace! A disgrace!<BR/><BR/>We shall know all unusable pen sellers by the blank placards with the frustrated indents and scratchings borne into them, posted above them! Let it be known!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com