Bickering Tiredly with my Elf dot com
I have made a decision regarding my blog.  Beware: I'm unreliable, like an excited dog.  I've done enough writing, enough to rehearse.  I'm going to try to compose blogs in verse.

I can't think of anything more right now to write about, so I'll sign off agian.  No, no, don't pout.

p.s. Like the subject line? Oh, OK, fine.
  ¶ 9:31 am

  Danger Sex
Am I mad? Or does this seem just unbelievable? How? How? How?
 
Found this at Dave Barry's blog.


  ¶ 11:02 am

  correction!
OK, I made an error in my last entry. The swans are not jet black. I was being a bit flowery, a bit poetic, sorry.

They are more of a storm-cloud grey.   ¶ 1:26 pm

  Pea-nuts gallery
Two things on note have happened during my last two bike rides.

One the way home last night, I saw four black swans, grazing on the strip of grass between Jeff's shed and the Polly Woodside. I was surprised to see them there, I've never seen swans in the CBD before. They were jet black, with a loud spot of red on each bill. They looked quite awkward standing on nerdy orange legs and curling down with unwieldy looking necks into the wet grass. Reminded me of a small duck struggling with a vacuum cleaner.

The other thing was that this morning, the four best looking women (out of the six in my department) were all outside when I rode into the building. I wouldn't usually care, but I wear these ridiculous bicycle shorts, which of course don't leave anything to the imagination.

Hot women downstairs - Lycra clad Mark rolls in - coincidence? - you be the judge!  ¶ 10:19 am

  to continue...
What else have I been up to? I've been playing The Kingdom of Loathing... a lot. Much more than my patient wife should tolerate.

A revealing part of my personality is how addicted I can get to trivial personal challenges. An obvious example is computer gaming, of any flavour. I must beat them. Revealing of what - I couldn't say: Feel free to add a comment with your theories.

Another example is my irrational determination to find the answer to any trivial question that passes through my skull. Anything. Anything I want to know, I must know. The internet is a vast library of good answers to dumb questions.

Never the less, I continue to play the games. The Kingdom of Loathing, as well as appealing to my belligerent sense of "there really is something brilliant just around the corner" has the added benefit of being very funny.

You wander around this little world, gather various useful items, and fight various monstors (today I ran into a topiary golem who beat me down). My Kentucky Fried crossbow and my Howling Balloon Monkey familiar were not strong enough to kill it, and my sticky meat pants and hobo gloves (with immunity to stench attack) were no bloody help.
  ¶ 2:16 pm

  Can I trust you with my dog?

Give a dog a bone?

Found a very funny quiz on the net today. Doesn't take long, a must do.

I've been a bit neglect in postings recently, the usual laziness creeping in. So what have I been up to?

Finding a birthday present for my fathers 70th: How complicated could that be? Don't ask.

OK, more later. I've had a very ordinary day at work, I'm splittin!  ¶ 4:20 pm