Co-Worker: Does the name Robert Hughes ring a bell?
Me: Yeah… isn’t he that guy who died?
Co-Worker: No, the guy from Hey Dad!
Me: Oh, the guy we all hoped would die…
Month: August 2012
Tha Pinny Drups
Got an enquiry call through at work today from a guy identifying himself as “Bin”.
I thought this was kind of odd until he started giving me his phone number – “Sux Two Sux…”
Ah! 😀
Curiosity
It worked! In your face gravity! 😀
Be Careful What You Wish For…
Turned on Star Trek: The Next Generation last night to discover it was an episode featuring Ro Laren. This, I thought, was excellent, as I’m always up for some young Michelle Forbes.
The episode turned out to be Rascals.
Not quite that young thank you…
(Vaguely related, I once had a conversation with Stephanie regarding the merits of Bajoran noses. I happen to think they’re cute. She violently disagreed. Vive la différence!)
Do as History Teaches
It’s that time again, the time when the Australian swim team goes off to the Olympics and – to the general consternation of the nation – totally fails to dominate. Our swimmers pick up some silvers, some bronzes and maybe a few golds, and the press fills up with questions about where it’s all gone so wrong.
The thing that everyone fails to remember is that this is the Olympic Games, not the Commonwealth Games. In the Commonwealth Games we slaughter everyone, because, frankly, we’re the only people in the Commonwealth who can actually swim. At the Olympics we face the Americans, the Russians, the Chinese and a horde of upstart, wildcard nations that luck out by stumbling over a single brilliant swimmer. Faced with all that competition we actually punch well above our weight, but there’s still hand wringing and gnashing of teeth every time we win a silver (or, the horror! a bronze) rather than a gold.
To those who are upset at our team’s performance in the pool – or elsewhere – I say shut up and listen to some TISM.
