Archive for June, 2009
MJ had number ones all the time and became the King of Pop.
I have number two’s all the time so am becoming the King of Poop
I went in to the office late this afternoon to do some printing, get my laptop and grab some flyers.
I got back to Central just in time to get the 5pm express home. I got a seat next to a business man and near some load girls whoe had just been to NZ on a skiing trip.
The train chugged along like normal, then suddenly there was a loud bang and a smash. The window in front of mine was hit with a big rock, it shattered the ourside pane of glass and broke a hole in the second one. There was some shouting and a few swear words. It was pretty crazy, a bit more force and the lady in front of me would have a different shaped head right now.
After letting out a few more naughty words she called the cops on her mobile.
It was as we where going past the brickpit skate park. But the Lady didnt tell the cops that.
When the train pulled in to Hornsby I went and found a cityrail worker, he was standing there with his flag, I told him what happened and he asked which carriage, So I pointed at the window. He then said “ok” and put his flag up so the train could leave, he wasn’t the slightest bit interested. I would have thought a rock smashing a window would be a serious deal.
I then decided to call the cops myself and tell them that i was on the train and that the rock was thrown from the skate park.
that is all.
I got to throw up in the gutter outside the RSL club this morning.
It was still there when Jenny and I walked past later this afternoon.
I’m sick of being sick, i’m putting in for a full body transplant.
this is some super cool advertising.
The bearded cold is very different to your average cold. Most of you would not be familiar with it’s characteristics especially if you are a woman (excluding some southern European women).
The bearded cold comes on like your normal run of the mill winter time delight.
Firstly the sore throat in the evenings and mornings when it’s coldest. Then after a day or so the sore throat increases to being an all day all night affair.
And this is where the bearded cold leaves the regular cold and takes it’s own path of viral destruction.
The nose begins to clog up, not super runny yet, but defiantly blocked. You go to bed for the night and discover that breathing os going to be harder than normal so you implement the ‘mouth open’ nasal bypass. In cases of non-bearded colds this bypass causes slight issues in regard to increased dribble flow onto the pillow and sometimes you will wake up with a cold wet cheek. In the bearded cold this is taken to a whole new level. Instead of waking up with a small cold patch on one cheek and a ring of drool on the pillow you wake up with an entire wet face as the dribble must make it’s own path through the Forrest of facial hair, rarely making its pillow destination.
The result is a cold wet face, or if has been a long night then a cold crusty dry face with the odor of a wet dog.
The snot begins to flow. During this stage there is often an urgency when it comes to avoiding nasal disaster. Tissues are a great way to relieve the flow for a while, you blow your nose the snot is clear and you move on. In the bearded cold however you blow your nose with all your might into the nice soft tissue. When your nose is clear you remove the tissue only to find that the tissue is still in it’s original state and could easily be placed back in the box. All the snot you have removed is sitting, dangling, resting in your mustache. It normally requires the use of 2 tissues or more to clean up the junk in amongst the shrubbery. If you happen to have a bearded cold on Clean-up Australia Day this is a much easier process as you can just send in the local scout troop to clean up the mess.
the last few days have comprised of headaches, doctor visit, blood test, throwing up, back door explosions, coughing, lack of sleep, more headaches, more throwing up, laying down, sitting, laying down, sitting.
I haven’t even had a coke for 3 days.
I really hope tomorrow is better
As you know I sent off a silly item for a church bulletin through a church website.
It didn’t make it into the Sunday bulletin, but I did get this response.
I assume that you are aware that you have contacted 'Platypus' Church in Sydney, Australia. Maybe you are trying to reach 'Platypus Church' in the USA. We don't keep cake tins in our church kitchen, I hope you find the ones you have lost. Office Administrator
you will notice I have very cleverly hidden the identity of the church with the word ‘platypus’