Snippets: June 2003 Archives

It is said, as this personal touch reminds me, that I write like a French penfriend - if you've taken a GCSE French reading exam, you'll know what I mean - and while this is something that I should probably keep to myself, I feel that I owe it to my readers to be honest. I come out; I am the evil hand behind the faceless Marie, Jean-Marc, Luc, Sabine, Gaston, Giselle and Pierre, and all the pointless drivel that they come up with. If it weren't for me, you might have passed your poxy, joined-up-handwriting infested, barely intelligible, remarkably uninteresting, tawdry-anecdote-riddled, otherwise simple but-thereby-obfuscated, basic reading test. Gaston, I have a cat as well, two in fact. We have a great deal in common; let's marry!

Anyhow, I digress; I have managed to avoid eating corporate fast-food for over eight months now, a conscious decision based upon trivial personal politics and a desire to eat more healthily. For this reason alone, I might have missed out on the following gem - cheers, Spence - which is at once both quaintly amusing and somewhat disconcerting (click to enlarge):

 

Perhaps for the same reason that some anti-republicans avoid eating at Chili's - forget that they donate to the party, their food is bland enough to be avoided on merit alone - those who aren't overly keen on funding conservative biblebashers might do well to avoid In-&-Out Burger. Though with a dubious name like that, how could they be anything but liberal?

not over breakfast

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My sense of humour, on the whole, is pretty dry, but there are times when the finest toilet-humour really hits me - or at least, leaves me spraying cereal across my computer screen and down my chest. Lovely. Enjoy the cyber; I'm so easy to please! via SE

ahh, Canada

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Loathe to repeat people, but Horizon brings word from oh-Canada with especially cheering news on the lawful recognition of same-sex marriage; a high-court order has seen to the legalisation of such unions in the province of Ontario, effective immediately. It doesn't surprise me really; I've only ever been to Vancouver, which is hardly representative of the country (though I must say, it is a really lovely city with great food, and a most friendly populace), but most of the Canadians I've ever met have had relatively chill attitudes and a positive outlook on the Universe in general. That it should not have taken place in the UK yet, well, we're certainly liberal, and far more so than the US seems to consider itself as being, but we have a distance to go - the rest of the country is not London - lest my fellow cityfolk forget! It's more generational than anything else. Babysteps, right? Pfff.

deadline.

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fast. approaches. gaaaah! Actually, I'm totally calm, but apparently that's not a good thing. Anyhow, no time to write anything worthwhile, so I'll dispense a little of someone elses quick and sophisticated humour: go to google, type or paste in "french military victories", and press "I'm Feeling Lucky"

Update: Vagaries of the net... as David points out, the link has now been removed, so what you get instead is a rather tasteless, weak minded and ill-informed page of anti-islamic propaganda. Please don't bother.

UPDATE 2 - it's back to normal. Easy solution... if you see a monkey, it didn't work!

While taking a break from work, I came across a post cataloguing some linguistic snafus arising from the (unintentionally) inappropriate usage of particular words - I was very amused.

It's a pleasant reminder of how I once tried to teach a friend a few phrases in Bahasa. Somehow, words jumped sentences, and when he tried to put it to use in front of someone else, he announced - with some trepidation - that he wanted to eat my mother. I'm so proud.