Archive for August, 2008

Aug 29 2008

Commuting

When you’re relying on somebody else to get you to work, you’re suddenly running your life to a timetable. Whether you like it or not. And especially when you are on public transport. So, because my train was late, I miss one connection. And therefore another. So I know from the start that I will [...]

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Aug 27 2008

QOTD

Published byamber under Uncategorized

It does not require a majority to prevail, but rather an irate, tireless minority keen to set brush fires in people’s minds. Samuel Adams

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Aug 19 2008

Vale The Outside World

Published byamber under Nerrrrrd!,Rant

I let go of my little bitty AM/FM radio yesterday morning… and if fell straight down a stormwater drain. Ain’t no way of getting it back- the drain is just around the corner of the road, so even if I could reach it chances are I’ll get run over in the process. So it’s another radio for me. [...]

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Aug 17 2008

I only plan on saying this once

The second least surprising thing that happened on Friday was that Michael asked me to marry him. The least surprising thing is that I said yes. That’s the short version, of course, but few things irrit me more than people who imagine that you want to spend all of their days worshipping at the altar [...]

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Aug 15 2008

Don't get in my face

I wish people wouldn’t serve me food when they’re sick… If they stayed in the kitchen I’d feel much safer.

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Aug 11 2008

Unplugged

Published byamber under It That Shall Not be Named

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Aug 10 2008

The IOC are screwing with my body clock

Published byamber under Uncategorized

Hey IOC, I’m used to seeing my Olympics in the middle of the night, not close to my time zone. It’s much easier that way- wake up and hear the results (or set your alarm in anticipation), and then go on as normal. Now I’m in bed and nothing’s happening. I’m not going to waste [...]

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Aug 04 2008

Waiting for the inevitable

Train cancelled. Ranty tourettes woman (with bad cough) on platform telling me to shut my balls up. It’s going to be a good birthday.

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