I get what I pay for.
Dave's back. I read about it on his log
which is all updated and readable. Unlike this which does not appear anywhere except on my log editing page. I love the internet.
I work in a cubicle now.
Quote from the other side of the cubicle wall:
A: Think of a number between one and ten. Multiply it by nine. If the answer has two digits then add them together. Subtract five. Convert the number to a letter (you know; one is A, two is B etc.). Think of a country starting with that letter. Take the last letter of the country and think of an animal that starts with that letter. Take the last letter of the animal and think of a fruit that starts with that letter. OK?
A: You are thinking of an orange being eaten by a kangaroo in Denmark.
B: No. I was thinking of an apple being eaten by a cobra in Denmark.
C: Is eggplant a fruit? I was thinking of a snake in Damascus.
A: If you were thinking of an orange being eaten by a kangaroo in Denmark you belong to ninety-eight percent of the population.
C: We must belong to the special two percent.
What I did on my Spring break.
by C. C. Thomas, aged 34¼.
I moved interstate and started a new job. Then I moved house, again. Then I changed jobs, again. Meanwhile, Dave and Fiona pledged their eternal troths to each other at the best wedding ever. (I cried.) Also: Alix, Michael, Natalie, Natasha, Leone, Leonie, Linda, Luke, Paul, Simon, Zibby and my mother; many happy returns of the day to you.
It has been nearly two weeks (and two birthdays) since I wrote that so I have decided not to report my Adventures in Wonderland. It is only holding up news from Through the Looking Glass. My experiences down the rabbit hole with Yoko Ono, Alyson Hannigan, Janice (the bass guitarist from The Electric Mayhem
) and the rest of the chums are relegated to undocumented reference material while I get on with current events.