Be Excellent To Each Other

imagine having enough money to buy a comic at that price!

I have an old Superman annual. I should probably investigate what it's worth.

Turns out: fuck all.

http://m.ebay.co.uk/itm/281422249212?nav=SEARCH

About the same as my Dr Who ones.

I saw a brilliantly ambiguous sign on a train at the weekend. Wish I'd got a photo of it. It read something like:



See no evil...

Talking of signs..

Sorting through photos of that wedding I attended at the weekend. Seems I somehow got snaps of all of my friends but none of the happy couple. Oops.

note to self: If you have a wisdom tooth out, don't eat rice.

Well, that's your wedding photography business knocked on the head then. Never mind.

Trolled by Amazon



Well played chat agent... well played indeed...

Anyone else watching the stammer programme on channel 4? Bit dusty in here...

Man alive,

I think time has actually come to a standstill in teh office today. Through bad luck, bad judgement and just....bad... Chloe and I are the only two people in out of a team of 11. You can imagine how complex teh handvers have been - except we haven't had a handover froma single person. Nobody has put their out of office on, either. I can only assume thatthere is no work to do. If there is then we certainly have no knowledge of it...

.

Sideways

/click

Talking of quality handovers; some folk in my team were essentially made redundant a couple of months back but, crucially, they're been at their desks almost the entire time since then. One of the guys in question was, amongst other things, in charge of the build and deployment process for the entire client side of our system. Today is the first official integrated system build into our system test environment since the redundancies. Not only is no one even attempting to co-ordinate the client side build but, on raising this to the team, it turns out none of them really know either how to fucking do it or what the list of impacted components actually is. This team is a fucking shambles.

Took child to beach to introduce her to the sea. Beach was red flagged and covered in foam. Cafe was shut so MrsA couldn't have a hedgehog for breakfast. Shopping to do, then I think I will have a beer or summat.

Welcome to every programming job I've had. No one even seems to care, far less try to do something about it.

I am currently seriously considering a complete change of career.

Boom!

All is saved. I have some sweets.

Has anyone seen the new Nicki Minaj video? It's very... Erm... Interesting.

I've been doing a job for two weeks now and i don't even know what the job is. Mostly collecting bottles of alcohol and sweets to take home.

That sounds to me like you do know what the job is, and it's awesome.

There was a young lawyer called Rex, whose parts were too small to have sex.
When charged with exposure, his plea on disclosure
was de minimis non curat lex.

Thank you very much.

What makes this stand out from similar tomfoolery is that every one of those bottom burps would seem to a recording of genuine flatulance, not some kid just blowing raspberries.

http://news.sky.com/story/1327185/james ... e-and-well

This is news apparently.

Grown man leaves nightclub at 3am friday morning and isn't heard from the next day. Quick, call the police and newspapers!

I made 2 kilos of peanut butter fudge yesterday evening, Mrs T and I have just packed it this morning, tastes lovely.

There's a joke to be made here.

You made fudge...

You packed it...

Nope, I'm coming up empty.

For cottaging, yes?

Wait!

YOU'RE A FUDGE PACKER!!

Haha, only took all weekend.

I doubt it will last that long, but I can do another batch, it's super easy to make

You will make another batch for the cottage. and also what is the recipe? I love fudge, I love peanut butter.

FUDGE CONTEST

Shotgun Fudge Judge.

If there is a contest in the offing, then the recipe will stay a closely guarded secret!

Is that your porn star name?

You will be a pudge if you judge all that fudge.

My porn name (excellently) is Bracken McLeod.

Mine is Billy-Whizz Beardsmore.

My weekend was full of middle class self injury, my younger self would despair at this list.

Saturday night I made fudge, and pulled a muscle in my shoulder when I was beating it with a wooden spoon. Should have used the Kenwood, but the bowl was in the dishwasher from earlier salted caramel cupcake endeavours.
Then I changed the sheets and the duvet had a loose cotton thread which I grabbed to snap and pull off. Turned out to be a nylon thread and rather than snapping, it cut up my finger.
Then on Sunday morning when I was picking up a knife from the knife block, so I could cut my now cold fudge, I knocked a metal thermos from the side and it landed right on my big toe. That was a surprising amount of pain, it still hurts now.

Rock and roll people, rock and roll.

All the fudge references to date, and that gets a hat? Not sure if i'm impressed or disappointed.

Well, everyone else had already done the fudge packing. So passé.

The aging cynic in me was wondering why the peace protestors at the NATO summit aren't also picketting the Russian embassy.

The NATO summit probably explains the cars being escorted by police motorbike outriders down the M5, doesn't it?

Most likely. How does it work? Do you pay the bridge toll for each rider, or is there a group discount?

I hope NervousPete is getting some great photos of world leaders to go with his Doctor Who pics from a while back.

All the RC people round there are moaning because they have declared a no fly zone with a 20 mile radius including RC stuff. So even if you were to fly a small helicopter in your back garden then Obama could have your whole street blown up by a drone and there's nothing you can do about it.

I'd better stay well away.