Starring Cameron Diaz (also played “Woman on metro” in Minority Report).
In which Ben Stiller, Matt Dillon, Lee Evans, in fact nearly every male character, fancies Mary. As the theme song goes, “There’s just something about Mary”.
I’ll tell you what it is about Mary.
SHE’S CAMERON DIAZ!
THAT’S WHAT IT IS ABOUT MARY!
Last Weekend
I asked what possible reason there could be for not pinching a perfectly good looking sofa off the top of the municipal skip and putting it in my lounge with a throw over it.
This weekend
I found one possible answer: because the squab is soaked in cat pee.
It’s back on the skip, though this time it’s upside down to discourage any further scavengers.
I’m interested if it’s still available… where are you?
Cheers
Steve
A. Freecycler wrote:
> Offered - large compost bin - green plastic with lid. Pickup only.
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then…
Quoting A .Freecycler:
> HUNTINGTON PICK UP AFTER 3PM WENDESDAY IF ITS OK
How’s 7pm Wednesday? Where in Huntington?
Cheers
Steve
then…
Quoting A. Freecycler:
> WHERE DO YOU LIVE ?
> MY HUSBAND WILL GIVE YOU THE DIRECTION CHEERSI will be coming from the east on the ringroad.
finally…
Never mind, I’ll go without thanks!
Quoting A. Freecycler:
> WHAT RINGROAD?
It’s true there are two ringroads, but huntington is where Huntington Road joins the Outer Ring Road. People who can’t simply answer my questions get my goat. All I needed was house number and street or postcode, but no! It has to be a half-day email conversation.
It’s like the last guy with the trike. I asked how big it was and the reply was it was too big to fit in a car. So I picked it up, put it in the car and brought it home.
Ho hum.
I received my first complaint today about not having blogged :-)… so here is a passage of stream-of-subconsciousness drivel for you to read.
I seem to have given up much of my Sunday by coming into the office at 3pm and still being here at 7pm. Would be nice if this place paid overtime but this month was bonus month and due to two cockups by our remote Human Resources department I wound up with less money than on a usual month. So after six months of jumping through flaming hoops barely big enough to fit my head through, they can’t even say Thank You without stuttering. The whole office was up in arms about this but I’m the only one working the weekend.
I got this particular task because I recently showed a lot of commitment to get a product delivered. In other words, since I gave up last Christmas to deliver some software, I get assigned to a project that’s horribly slipped and has no further room for slippage. Now I AM the sort of person to come in to deliver something that I commited to delivering. But not when coming in evenings and weekends has been factored in to the planning already! I have been trying to muster the guts to tell the bosses where to stick their plans but the trouble has been saved for me. Monday we’ll all be in the office and everyone will want to know where my delivery is, and I won’t need willpower to tell them I haven’t done it.
The work itself is fun and rewarding. It’s the environment of corporatebullshitology that you’re forced to swim in while working that gets you down. We already know everybody’s 100% loaded but we still need umpty re-planning meetings a week which, thank heaven, I’m mostly not needed for, but which nonetheless do not put the bosses in a good mood, nor do they contribute to the delivery of al these vitally important heads-will-roll deadlines.
Speaking of which, I’ve been trying to get this interrupt to fire for four hours and it’s now too late to get groceries, and my house windows are open and I didn’t get to watch North By Northwest and I still haven’t hoovered since my housewarming last weekend. I’m chuffing well chuffing off home for a curry (with home-made chapatti, onion salad and raita - yum!)
What’s worse than code with no comments?
Code with comments that are WRONG.
What’s worse than that?
Code with comments that are PLAUSIBLE but still WRONG.
I spent today resolving the differences between what the code did, what the comments said the code did, and what we had all agreed the code OUGHT to do.
not ideal, when my deadline is tomorrow. Fussocks.