Tag: life

Season 4 of Oz turned up in the mail, complete with free bags of Canadian air. *breathes* Ahhhhhhh….. brrrr! Don’t you love when they package things in air? I can’t wait until they start packing things in soil. It will be such a boon for all those Canadian vampires waiting to get out & see…

So within 10 minutes of being told I needed glasses (well, not so much ‘needed’ as ‘could do with’ or ‘would benefit from’ or ‘useful if you want to prevent that burning, itching sensation, in your eyes, at least’) — (oh, and not so much ‘glasses’ as … well, glasses, really) — within just TEN…

So, this evening, instead of cleaning my paintbrushes, I sat down & had a beer. Then I threw the paintbrushes away. This saved me such an incredible amount of time in cleaning that I’m not sure why it wasn’t recommended to me in the first place.

So the mailservers are down (again), & when I whined to the systems guys that there was no external mail arriving (again), they said, “I bet you a hundred bucks the email you’re waiting on is from your friends, & not work-related at all.” I mean, dude, like that even needs saying.

Yesterday morning I pulled the steam mop out and had to dust it. I mean, I know it’s been a while, but really. It put me in mind (no doubt unfairly) of feminist theories on white goods, which point out that the user-unfriendliness of said goods meant any time ‘saved’ in domestic service was rather…

Your collection of novelty erasers from first grade is not considered to be a critical possession. Select only the finest pieces to keep and throw the rest away. Unless, that is, your ‘collection’ consists of just three (3) erasers. Reasons for this may include, but are not limited to: i) an absence of pocket-money as…

So, today being the day after bin night, I naturally had to collect my bin from its regular morning-after position, which is a) upside down & b) in the very middle of the sidewalk. As I stooped over its fallen shape, I noted beside it a photo, picture-side down. Naturally, I assumed it was mine,…

There’s something about New Year’s Eve that always reminds me of the fairytale about the woman with the all-day curse. You know, the one where the spirit or demon or whatever it is (I don’t recall the details, & if I remembered the story’s name I could look it up) says to the woman ‘that…