Thursday, December 11, 2003

I just took a shower. With our new shower screen door attached. Boy, oh boy. It's so beautiful. Bahama Beige, have I mentioned that yet? I'm so happy I wrote a little poem:

Ode to my shower screen door

I'm in the tub,
the water flows.
My back I rub,
I soap my toes.

Shampoo the head,
shampoo the ear,
the screen door holds
I have no fear.

No puddles last
no drops are leaking
the door holds fast
my joy is peaking.

Its colour's neat
(beige of Bahama)
I scrub my feet
and bless my karma

While to the world (apologetic)
I will shout out (not quite phonetic):

I'll give my thanks
and many hugs
To Duscho-Lux.
Smelly Nelly

Got actually things to do at work, but I'm all for sharing pain and so I want to share what's been going on all day in my head:

NELLIE, THE ELEPHANT

To Bombay a travelling circus came, they brought an
Intelligent elephant and Nellie was her name
One dark night she slipped her iron chain
And off she ran to Hindustan
And was never seen again oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Nellie the elephant pack her trunk and said goodbye to the circus
Off she went with a trumpety trump trump trump trump
New Nellie the elephant packed her trunk and trundled out off the jungle
Off she went with a trumpety trump trump trump trump

The head of the herd was calling far far away
They met one night in the silver light on the road to Mandalay...
Night by night she danced to the circus band
When Nellie was leading the big parade she looked so proud and grand
No more tricks for Nellie to perform
They taught her how to take a bow and she took the crowd by storm..
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo



Mainly what's going through my head is: trump, trump, trump and ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Sigh.

Wednesday, December 10, 2003

Just to keep you informed: I'm sitting on the couch, having a gin & tonic, light chicken is sizzling in the oven and the Champions League game is about to start. Life is good.
Yikes! Big Brother Gillette is watching you! I'm really not into all that panic about my patterns as a consumer becoming transparent (after all, I own about a gazillion bonus cards). I think if my patterns become known to the company and they target me as their um, well, target group, that's only good for me. After all, it's my patterns. But taking a picture of me? When I buy a frigging razor blade?? What'll they think of next?

And if you're bored and aspiring to be Picasso, you might enjoy this link. Or you might try these little games, though they're not for the hand-eye-coordination challenged like me.

Got an e-mail back, by the way and was promised another one :)

Tuesday, December 09, 2003

Time for the Weekly Grammar RantTM:

Why? Why? Why do people put things in quotation marks to emphasize them? Would you want to eat at a restaurant that advertised "good" food? Or go to a strip club that had "sexy" strippers? Or see that "great" movie? I hate that. I especially hate it because it's so useless. I mean if adding the quotation marks had saved you work or assisted you in some manner, but no! You actually have to go to the trouble of adding four useless lines! And all it does is make people like me snigger at your disgusting food and ugly-ass strippers.

It's the same with the apostrophe. Why put apostrophe's (sic!) everywhere??? It's a frigging plural -s for God's sake. No reason at all to waste time apostrophying it. Here, again, if used as a genitive it's no less annoying but I can at least understand where it comes from. But plural??? Crepe's sold here. Why, why, why?

Gaudere's law (it's like Godwin's Law only different) dictates that I'll make some useless grammar mistake during this rant so you can all point at me and laugh but I will add one more point: I hate people who complain about
a) politicians,
b) the school system,
c) stupid Americans,
d) dumb television programs,
e) Dieter Bohlen,
and whose complaint contains so many spelling and grammar errors I want to throw up. Not that I don't endorse complaining about Dieter Bohlen (though I think there are worse people to complain about), but maybe - just maybe you should stop complaining and pick up a book instead. The Duden, preferrably.

And don't get me started on whose/who's. It's not that hard, people, and I'm not a native speaker. Or using "of" instead of "have". "He should of gone to school." Yikes. Or there/their. (That may be attributed to typos, I'm prone to mis-type that as well, but I'll correct it and I won't use it twice in one sentence.)

I guess that's several more points. I bet I could find lots more if only I tried but really the 's and the " " bug me the most. Grrr-Argh.

[/Grammar Rant]

Does it bother you when people use fake coding? It's so nerdy. But at least it's not l33t sp34k. Grrr-Argh.
Does it bother you when People Capitalize Much?

Other thoughts, completely unrelated:

  • Is it worth not smoking when all day all you can think about is how you really would like to smoke a cigarette? It seriously lowers my quality of life. I don't really feel better for not smoking. No, not at all. And while all the smokers tell me smoking's bad for you, I can't shake the feeling they're grinning because they get to smoke and I don't.

  • Amazing how it's easier to get up when the sun is shining.

  • The shower screen is being worked on which means soon I'll be able to take a shower again.

  • I have a candle burning on my desk and a potted plant sitting on my shelf. It's cozy. And I'm having tea. Christmastime is near (*breaks out into a heart-wrenching rendition of "The 12 days of Christmas"*)

Monday, December 08, 2003

Oh, and I just sent an e-mail. We'll see.
Do you want to know what it says on the side of my Cadbury Roses tin? "Full 1.8 Kg tin". That's what it says. Yum.

Sunday, December 07, 2003

Today I went to have dinner with my parents and I was looking at pictures from the wedding I went to. Then I thought about marriage and I remembered the only time I thought: "If he asked me, I'd marry him". Which was rather strange, because I really did not know the guy all that well. I just thought that being married to him would be a good thing because he was nice and polite and funny and he'd open doors for you and make sure you'd be comfortable and suchlike. Single, too. Then again, maybe he was gay, I don't know for sure.

Of course, whatever the case he wasn't really interested in me. Which was kind of contradictory, since we were talking about our love life (or lack thereof) and he said he couldn't imagine somebody not being interested in me. I think it was meant as a joke :) Then again, as I've said already, he might have been sincere and gay. (He only said he didn't have anybody in his life and never specified the gender of "anybody"). But I would have married him anyway. Maybe I should write him an e-mail and find out how he's doing.

So much for the deep thoughts.

On to more mundane things: Our shower screen doesn't fit our bathtub!!! Grmpf! No shower happiness for us any time soon - sniff. I hate showering with no curtain, you just can't reach that state of happy abandonment that lightens up the whole showering experience.
I had a dream about a child and its name was mies van der Mauer.