mind officially blown

Yesterday on the train home i was happily listening to tunes and reading my book when a ticket inspector rudely interupted me. Having a valid ticket i was all to happy to show it to him so i put down my book to get the ticket from my pocket. The cover of the book i'm reading, Blitzkrieg - By Len Deighton, has a large swastika on the cover and as i put the book on the adjacent seat the ticket inspector looked at me, then looked at the book cover and said, 'don't worry about the ticket, i see you're one of us' and then walked away. so its true - ticket inspectors ARE nazi's.

as a side note Blitzkrieg is about hitlers rise to power, the history of tactics in modern warfare and the failings of the initial allied response to german aggression, its a history book, and for learning about history i was accused of being a facist.

I could not speak - mind blown.

completely stolen post

This jem is by John Ashdown and appeared at guardian.co.uk,
Monday September 22 2008 10:11 BST

"There's nothing like a night at the movies. The over-priced popcorn, the suspiciously sticky floor, the mortage-requiring gargantuan portions of fizzy pop, the rustle of sweet packets, the insanely expensive wine gums, the uncomfortable seats, the hours and hours of pre-feature adverts, supercilious grin on your friend's face when they tell you they've brought their own snacks and drinks from home, thus saving £712, the bitter, bitter taste of the salty (when you asked for sweet) popcorn, which is costing you around £3.50 a mouthful and tastes so revolting you want to cry but you swallow it down anyway because to stop eating it would only make you feel worse for the £382 you've wasted and you can hear your friend quietly munching on their delicious home made brownie and you're sure they're making "Mmmm" noises just to irritate you and you'll be damned if you'll give them the satisfaction by chucking your food away and the film is so bad you want to walk out but you've spent your month's food budget on coming here so even if you're eyes start to bleed you're going to sit there and watch the ruddy thing if only so you can go to the pub afterwards, buy a half with the few coppers remaining in your pocket and rage to anyone who'll listen about the true awfulness of the pathetic excuse for a film you've just wasted three valuable hours on."

Brilliant!!!

broken stuff

About this time last year i was given a new computer, pretty much a year to the day it has begun its demise, shit eh? timing or what, so now the thing runs stupid slow and the keyboard has broken. good thing i blog from work... hahhaaa

other broken things, well, me. i apparently have pulled an oblique muscle while trying to get into shape, exactly what shape i'm not entirely sure but a shape. bad thing to hurt as i have found you use you stomach muscles for just about every single human activity. physio fella said a week to ten days to heal and to not do much. i'm good at not doing much so i reckon i'll be alright.

more broken things, me, part 2- i need new glasses, the eye doctor told me so, then she asked for $500 in exchange for them. i said no. so i am sore and going blind. its true, i'm getting old.

FUCK