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Get into the spirit of the thing.

Yes, you should really carry a towel with you all day. You might get teased or looked at weird, but then you can just hide behind your towel until the offensive people go away. (These people are mind-bogglingly stupid and think that if you can’t see them, they can’t see you – daft as a bush, but dangerous otherwise.)

…how the internet started? (Via Donna)

…why so many people forget how to play Calvinball?

…where to get that perfect bra for Halloween?

…what that odd name really means?

…why all anarchists only drink herbal tea?

Voice in my head: Vonda Shepard – Hooked on a Feeling

Time for the Eurovision final.

It’s this Saturday, and – obviously – I’ve invited people over to eat tapas and watch the show on BBC Prime (has to be on Prime, cannot, I repeat: cannot, miss Terry Wogan’s comments). Should be fun.

I need to go shopping, though. Have to locate a shop that sells chorizo sausages and serrano ham. I wonder if tapas might be a bit overly ambitious, especially considering the state of my kitchen (it’s started disintegrating further, now, this weekend most of the plastic cold-water-tap-handle came off in my hand), but I figure that the benefit is that with so many different dishes, they can’t all go wrong. We will see. Suggestions for fail-safe tapas dishes would be appreciated.

Dear me, according to this test I am liable for sentences of up to 12 years in prison. There are some strange laws about, especially in the UK. How’s this for an example:

Ever shot someone with a bow and arrow? This is actually legal in certain sitations in the UK – in Chester, you can only shoot a Welsh person with a bow and arrow inside the city gates and after midnight. In York, excluding Sundays, it is perfectly legal to shoot a Scotsman with a bow and arrow.

I wonder what the laws of Ireland say about chopping down vikings with a broadsword? Suddenly that summer holiday seems like a more risky venture.

Sunday is clear, I see. Good. It’s staying that way (if the world knocks, let it know I’ll be unavailable for comments until Monday morning).

I said. Ha ha.

Well. It appears I’m going sailing Sunday. Good. I think.

(20 minutes – more since the painkiller – and my head’s no better. This is fun. Not.)

Yesterday I took an anti-histamine, which meant that in the afternoon I was really drowsy and had to warn the karate teacher that I might be a little unfocused (I did alright, though, I think). Today I didn’t taken an anti-histamine, though I probably should have, but instead I seem to be reacting to the changing athmospheric pressure or something. I’ve had this almost-headachey feeling in my forehead all day, and my eyebrows keep twitching uncontrollably whenever I look at the screen, which makes it darn difficult to concentrate. I’ve succumbed and taken pain-killers, despite there being no actual pain, just a vague discomfort, in the hope that it will help in some way. So far today I have edited one (1) line of code and spent ten minutes explaining how a function works to one of the guys in support. Unless it clears up in the next half hour or so – which would allow me to put in a good, oh, 90 minutes’ work before I go – the day will have been a complete wash-out. Not good. One of the guys in the office is 60 today and there is cake. I don’t want any. That’s how icky I’m feeling.

I’ve got way too much on my plate at the moment. It’s this social life I seem to have suddenly aquired, it’s going to be the death of me, I swear. A quick glance at my calendar, and I seem to have Friday night free (potentially), except I’m making Tapas for Saturday night, so I guess a bit of preparation may be in order. Sunday is clear, I see. Good. It’s staying that way (if the world knocks, let it know I’ll be unavailable for comments until Monday morning). The following weeks all seem pretty much packed already. In fact, the first week with nothing planned is the one starting 14 July. And I am not the sort of person who plans stuff ahead of time, so this really is extreme.

In the meantime, half a minute of relaxation reading the daily Pondus:

(“I wish I could talk, then I could explain everything.” “I was insane at the moment of action.”)

Voice in my head: Macy Gray – Relating to a Psychopath

One year ago today we were told the office would be downsized.

So we’re going for a drink this afternoon to toast our old boss (thanks for kicking us out, we pretty much all wanted to leave anyway).

And afterwards there’s the NMWL meeting. I’ll be in a right state tomorrow morning unless I can exercise (correct word) some self-control.

We’ll see.

Voice in my head: Lillebjørn Nilsen – Fort gjort å glemme

This made very little sense to me (and the extrovert part is blatant nonsense), but what the heck.

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And how did we get here? (Though Grumpy Bear is kinda cute.)

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I can see this. I think. (*grin*)

You’re the Cheshire Cat. Your mysterious aura and your penchant for riddles keep your friends guessing. You dislike staying too long in any one place. Your advice is always sound, if somewhat enigmatic. The sum total of this is that people are always following you and you just WANT TO GET AWAY!

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But this? This I can definitely live with…

You are the Figher Femme

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