Saturday, May 28, 2005

 

Positivity

Reasons to be cheerful:
  1. I never have to subject another unsuspecting member of the campus community to a ringtone just behind their head and then ask them what they thought of it
  2. I have become acquainted with a nice lady, and although we're no more than acquaintances at the moment, she hasn't threatened a restraining order, and there are plans afoot to meet up again in the not too distant future. Which is Good.
Things which are not quite so good:
  1. I need to have a project draft in on Monday, and it's not really been started yet.
  2. People keep having stupid, stupid debates about volunteers' uniforms. There seem to be obsessions with costs, tradition and personal taste in aesthetics which are being allowed to override considerations of value for money, practicality and safety.
Right, veggie fry-up brekkie [no weetabix] and then work, work work!

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

 

Of course the problem with 3-bladed razors...

...is that if you cut yourself shavng, you do so in triplicate.
Ouch!

Sunday, May 15, 2005

 

101 uses for a triangular bandage

The title of this post is the result of spending yesterday learning how to deal with fractures to almost any bone armed with little more than a collection of triangular bandages. Fascinating stuff.
Apart from tying people up, I've been cooking, adding 'Quorma' to my repertoire alongside 'Chilli Non Carne' and other similar delights. My quorma included creamed coconut (ooh, posh!) ANother possibility was coconut milk, but I didn't want to figure out how to milk a coconut. Are there udders hidden beneath that fibrous exteriror? One dreads to think.
On a related note, I've seen the adverts for Whiskas cat milk on TV, and immediately wondered how you go about milking a cat.
Instead of fields, are there large living rooms with herds of dozens of cats, rounded up twice a day and herded into stalls where the precious mammary fluids are extracted by machine. Surreal imagery indeed, but it turns out I'm not the first to think of this No such thing as an original idea it would seem.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

 

Donkeh!

It seems that donkeys have rights too [guardian.co.uk] Weebl likes donkeys too, but we already knew that

 

Mattifying Geronimo

Once again, I am failing in my duties to this blog, but I thought I'd share a paragraph or two from an email I just sent to my sister. This is the same sister who a couple of weeks ago made me feel old & past it when I had to get her to explain to me how to use my new mobile phone (I'm 21, she's 13)

I decided my hair needed a bit of excitement, so I got myself some garnier fructis matte wax type stuff. This is supposed to give me 'sexy surf hair' the general result is an appearance of electrocution with the aroma of a fruit salad. It's also got "mattifying technology" which I suspect may be a made-up word, but I'll give it a chance for the next week at least.
I've also spotted a job opportunity that might be right for me. It's a graduate recruitment scheme with a PR agency that deals in charity, not-for profit and public sector PR, so it could be just what I'm after as a way into charity PR jobs (most of them ask for a couple of years' experience.) The company's called Geronimo, which a Googlesearch reveals was the name of an Indian chief, which I didn't know. I thought it was just the traditional cry of one who is throwing themselves downwards in the pursuit of an extreme sport (bungee jumping or parachuting usually) It means "One who Yawns" Sounds just like me.

So that's my dull life. Hair wax & indian chiefs. And mobile phone ringtones, now officially the bane of my life, and the focus of a project that makes up a not insubstantial part of my degree.
Ho-hum.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

 

The return

lo, I return to my poor, neglected, unread blog. Nobody cares about it, not even me.
Since I last posted, I went home, got my job back, went to Leeds, linked up with a lady, the details of which are hazy, and got a reply from the lovely C. Her answer was no, but she was very nice about it, said she was flattered but there was a boyfriend situation. Doesn't surprise me - I doubted very much that I'd be the first to notice she was cute. Right, may be back here more often, unburdening my soul in th next few weeks...

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