February 27, 2007
oooh, luvly!
one of my favouritest online news sites [erm, there are only two really, the other being the telegraph] has spotted a brand new look today. the colour's and layout are really pleasant on the blinker.
and yes, the title above was my actual reaction.
February 23, 2007
good grief
curious mind wonders if the judge is one of the dead cow's several lover's?
anyhooo, talk about cows, i can't wait for this one to remove herself from the gene pool.
hurry up, luv. time and tide wait for no trash man, etc etc etc...
nessie's [long-lost] cousin
i wonder what they are gonna christen it . windie? or winnie perhaps? if either was chosen, remember folks, you read it over ere *first*.
:D
seriously, i was twice on the edge of the lake windermere and once overlooking it from a fell. and windie/winnie didn't show itself.
gah!
February 19, 2007
mad cow?
is this the beginning of the end of the ultimate trailer park trash?
if it is, i can't wait.
wot's with the silence?
it's the chinky new year that's why, people. spent the good part of last week cleaning up the room. and that was only *my* room which took 3.5 days to clear the dust, mop the floor, wipe the shelves, the table's, the computer, the knick knacks... and a wee bit of rearrangin done.
but then, as it was [more than] a year ago that i really cleaned the room - again right before the chinky new year also - it was not totally unexpected to take me 3.5 days. but then again, it could be because i'm getting on, so i was a tad slow. and more knackered apparently.
right. and this year, nobody seems to agree [no, they can't decide, more like] if it is the fire oink year. or the golden oink year. does it really matter if the oink is fire or golden? oddly enough, em chink's would never say metal oink/rabbit/horse/wotsit. as there are five elements to each animal year: water, earth, metal, fire, wood.
strange folk's, em chinks. but being a materialistic lot who like to show off their wealth - as well as their penchant for one-upmanship - it comes as no surprise that they prefer "golden" to metal. 'cos anythin that glitters is gold to em.
or probably their pronunciation of metal is akin to "mental". like how they get their l and r mixed up.
right. that's enough of winding-up of a group of people whom yers truly supposedly belongs to. officially. on the wee islet.
[and i can't even read or write chinese to save my life, etc etc etc....]
February 09, 2007
larf's
ta muchly to krip for this. enjoy.
At the end of the tax year, the Tax Office sent an inspector to audit the books of a synagogue. While he was checking the books he turned to the Rabbi and said: I notice you buy a lot of candles. What do you do with the candle drippings?"
"Good question", noted the Rabbi. "We save them up and send them back to the candle makers, and every now and then they send us a free box of candles."
"Oh", replied the auditor, somewhat disappointed that his unusual question had a practical answer. But on he went, in his obnoxious way: "What about all these biscuit purchases? What do you do with the crumbs?"
"Ah, yes", replied the Rabbi, realising that the inspector was trying to trap him with an unanswerable question. "We collect them and send them back to the manufacturers, and every now and then they send a free box of holy biscuits."
"I see!" replied the auditor, thinking hard about how he could fluster the know-it-all Rabbi. "Well, Rabbi", he went on, "What do you do with all the leftover foreskins from the circumcisions you perform?"
"Here, too, we do not waste", answered the Rabbi. "What we do is save up all the foreskins and send them to the Tax Office, and about once a year they send us a complete dick."
February 03, 2007
blast from the past
i was listenin to the radio earlier today that this particular tune came on.
and it's been ages - and i do mean *ages* - since i last heard it.
and whilst i was at that particular website, i searched for these other bairnhood faves. i like the latter not becos i was born in the month of september. rather, my primary school classmate's thought it was a rather appropriate tune for teacher's day. i can clearly recall that particular day was 1st september 1979.
it's just so typical, innit, the older we get, the more vividly we remember the distant past. but just can't exactly recall what we did a couple of day's ago.
but i digress. they don't make black warbler's the way they did anymore, eh? yes, many of my fave warbler's back then were black and motown types. it's a shame that today's lot pale in comparison. not to mention, a mighty disgrace to the entire community.
and yes, i thought the afro was kewl also.