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Things I have been thinking about this week
Is “Thanks, my pants are falling down” an appropriate response to the compliment “You look very glamorous today”?
Why don’t I like any of the blogger templates?
Why don't tic tacs taste as nice as they used to?
Is “You look very glamorous today” even a compliment?
Ooooh. Neil Finn’s hit that age, hasn’t he? That age where, having had (allegedly) “cool hair” all his life, middle-aged man hair is starting to win the battle. Goodness, whatever will he do?
Is it offensive to turn down the offer of a hamburger with bacon and cheese, if the offer comes from some one you only met an hour ago?
Was reading John Pilger always this depressing, or is the passage of time during which basically nothing has changed the real depression-inducing factor?
Is it excessively anal/1950s housewife to have created a menu for the next week for my family and posted it on the fridge? It is, isn’t it? I am so so so sad.
Why oh why did I take pre-emptive responsibility for a major OH&S issue which could have burned down the entire office, only to find out it WASN’T EVEN ME?
Will those brownie points I built up with Corporate Services staff by throwing my body over some one else’s car-bomb last more than a couple of days?
Why does my work computer think that Rosanna’s site is pornography?
Now that my office is big enough to have a dancing competition, should I suggest a workplace dancing competition?
Why are members of the Executive Management team grizzling to me that I have a piece of office equipment they don’t have? Isn’t that the point of being an executive manager – ready access to all the office supplies in the world?
Is “Thanks, my pants are falling down” an appropriate response to the compliment “You look very glamorous today”?
Why don’t I like any of the blogger templates?
Why don't tic tacs taste as nice as they used to?
Is “You look very glamorous today” even a compliment?
Ooooh. Neil Finn’s hit that age, hasn’t he? That age where, having had (allegedly) “cool hair” all his life, middle-aged man hair is starting to win the battle. Goodness, whatever will he do?
Is it offensive to turn down the offer of a hamburger with bacon and cheese, if the offer comes from some one you only met an hour ago?
Was reading John Pilger always this depressing, or is the passage of time during which basically nothing has changed the real depression-inducing factor?
Is it excessively anal/1950s housewife to have created a menu for the next week for my family and posted it on the fridge? It is, isn’t it? I am so so so sad.
Why oh why did I take pre-emptive responsibility for a major OH&S issue which could have burned down the entire office, only to find out it WASN’T EVEN ME?
Will those brownie points I built up with Corporate Services staff by throwing my body over some one else’s car-bomb last more than a couple of days?
Why does my work computer think that Rosanna’s site is pornography?
Now that my office is big enough to have a dancing competition, should I suggest a workplace dancing competition?
Why are members of the Executive Management team grizzling to me that I have a piece of office equipment they don’t have? Isn’t that the point of being an executive manager – ready access to all the office supplies in the world?
posted by gigglewick at
6:25 pm
14 Comments:
Your work pc thinks Rosanna's site is porn due to the use of the word 'sex'. Hey presto your policing software thinks its not something suitable for delicate sensibilities
Indeed I have delicate sensibilities anon. Well spotted.
Actually, I'm rather jealous that you have a menu for the next week stuck to the fridge. On Saturdays, I usually buy some meat and some vegetables, shove the meat in the freezer and let the vegies turn to sludge.
I'm sadder, I've been doing the menu for about 5 years...
I too have been doing the menu oin fridge thing for over five years.
If you are concerned that this practice makes you feel old, I recommend buying an internet fridge and posting the meals for next week on youe MenuSpace page.
Hope this helps
Never turn down the offer of a hamburger with bacon and cheese.
If somebody in our office were to suggest a dancing competition, I fear I would loathe them with a fury that could destroy cities. Be careful there, Gigglewick.
Redcap,
My new regime seeks to evade that - but that is a problem I have even with the system. Friggin' vegies - when will they ever learn?
Leilani,
The power of the printed word is truly amazing. Grizzlewick checks it every day even though he can't read.
INCraig,
If MenuSpace existed, I would so be on it. As it is, I'm forced to splutter in disdain/lack of foresight at the website of Grizzlewick's alleged friends Maggie and Simon.
Harpo,
Too late (on the hamburger). But another invitation might be extended if I am VERY lucky.
Re dancing competition - seems unlikely. I was just over-excited because some excess furniture wsa moved and we now have about an extra square metre in our office space. Although some one did comment the other day that I am "SOOOOO ENTHUSIASTIC". Again, not sure if this is a compliment or an insult.
Er, we also have the menu-on-the-fridge thing. It's to help MrB, who gets home much earlier than I do (being a bludger teacher and all) prepare dinner.
BUT HE TAKES NO NOTICE OF IT.
Which frankly is quite annoying. And one gets sick of chicken nuggets when one knows one has boerwors in the fridge gently beginning to fester.
Actonb,
I've had the same thing happen to me JUST NOW.
Mr Fix took Grizzle to the grandparents and arrived home to announce that since they had consumed an entire box of barbecue shapes, it seems unlikely that the planned dinner will be met with anything other than contempt/loathing.
grrrr.
PS Boerwors, you say? Interesting.
I'm not quite sure why delicately spiced South African sausages (that are shaped like a BIG POO (yes, according to MrB again)) are so interesting... delicious, yes...
BBQ shapes are the King of Shapes IMHO. Although not recommended as a dinner-replacement.
I guess I'm just tickled by an apparent alternative to chevups and chorizo, which are the usual "shaped like a big poo" barbecue fare at our place.
BBQ shapes are good, nacho shapes also quite tasty. Chicken crimpies are the food of the devil.
Gigglewick - I'm very sorry I missed this post, because I had a laugh.
You have to be careful of my blog. All that porn I post!
Loving myself sick over your new background. The hand is a la Titanic!
Rosanna,
Never mind, you got here eventually.
Hmmm - Titanic is one way of looking at it. Some one else suggested "Psycho" or "shampoo commercial". I think I like your characterisation better.
I instantly thought of Titantic. Maybe Psycho? But the content of the blog doesn't really fit that description, and I have never seen the film myself (scaredy cat)
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