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Hey, at least it included chicken…

KFC’s jingle in the early 80′s (and perhaps since, I don’t know, I haven’t been paying attention) let everyone know just how they handled their namesake meals.

My family didn’t eat much fast food, which is definitely not a bad thing. Partially because I grew up in Tiny Town, but mostly because it’s much cheaper to make full meals at home.

Thesaurus notes on Geek.

Straight from the Thesaurus.com entry for “geek”:

Notes: a geek is any smart person with an obsessive interest, a nerd is the same but also lacks social grace, and a dweeb is a mega-nerd.

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Let blogs gone be blogs gone..?

And this is one blog that seems to have gone.

Life really provides more than enough bollocks to fill a million existences worth of blogs. I have endless text files with tiny phrases and short sentences referencing some random observation of serious events and some nutter thing that happened as I walked by. My email drafts folder ended up loaded with more confusion than my inbox ever did – it did make for excellent quick note taking in the time before iPhones and millions of synchronising note programs. It usually took having 8 text files open and unsaved and an overloaded draft folder for me to run through a stream of backdated posts filled with insight, wisdom and hilarity. Or bollocks. Or both.

Listerwurst?

In the loo this morning, I look in my little bag and I see on a bottle “URST”. The first thing that pops into my head is “liverwurst”. That in and of itself was random enough, but it still didn’t make sense. So I stop, clearly it’s not liverwurst, it’s mouthwash, but I completely blank on the name. I know the name and am attempting to remember it with “urst” on the end. Then I remember. It’s Listerine. The flavour is Fresh Burst. IT’S NOT LISTERWURST. NO ONE WOULD BUY THAT.

Hurry, hurry, hurry up and wait.

I drove like the wind, flying off a high from a presentation I had just finished at work. My mum was a bit panicky (as per usual). I had been up the entire night before packing, had to be to work early for the presentation, give it, and then drive straight to the airport from there.

Beautiful.

I couldn’t not share this.

Girl, You’re So Groovy
Monday, September 7 2009 – 12:39 PM
by: Tycho

I.

She had trawled iTunes for the worst sort of music possible to accompany the process, music in quotation marks, “Meditation Trax” where the waveforms of synthetic pan flutes and the built-in Casio drums compete with one another to abrade the tissue of the brain. She would never choose this kind of music under any other circumstances. She is buying it because she has to. This music is appropriate. Even she resents it.