Bits and Bobs
I have developed a 'throb' on my temple. It just happens at (seemingly) random times although I did catch it in the mirror this morning and I swear something's moving in there.
Two horrible stories heard this week involving the human 'consumption' of poo. Both from the same girl. 1) She inadvertantly licked something off her hand not realising her baby's nappy had leaked. 2) A kiddies swings had been booby-trapped with dog poo down the chains so when her children got off they had crap all over their hands. They tried to rinse their mitts in a puddle but she knew it wasn't going to get the job done. On top of that they both suck their thumbs and she had an hour's drive home. So she told her husband to suck their thumbs clean and he did.
A book Google this week found out that someone had tried to post a Wikipedia page under 'Rhys Wilcox'. I discovered it after it had been deleted but found in the archive that the entry was 'rhys wilcox lost his leg in a car crash and hade(sic) one made out of gold he was so happy till he found out it was not gold it was iron plated..'
The job still isn't official until after Weds, when I am to be audited by the people funding me. So there's still a chance for me to fuck it up.
My tickets for Star Wars Celebration arrived this morning! GEEKING OUT! However, as much of a fanboy I might be, I'm not sure I'll be spending £25 on a Billy Dee Williams autograph.
L'Hunch Est Dos has discovered some life. On the verge of closing a chapter, killing a main character and comatosing another. Not bad for a day's work. Shame it's taking half-a-year.
Holiday plans are afoot.
Two horrible stories heard this week involving the human 'consumption' of poo. Both from the same girl. 1) She inadvertantly licked something off her hand not realising her baby's nappy had leaked. 2) A kiddies swings had been booby-trapped with dog poo down the chains so when her children got off they had crap all over their hands. They tried to rinse their mitts in a puddle but she knew it wasn't going to get the job done. On top of that they both suck their thumbs and she had an hour's drive home. So she told her husband to suck their thumbs clean and he did.
A book Google this week found out that someone had tried to post a Wikipedia page under 'Rhys Wilcox'. I discovered it after it had been deleted but found in the archive that the entry was 'rhys wilcox lost his leg in a car crash and hade(sic) one made out of gold he was so happy till he found out it was not gold it was iron plated..'
The job still isn't official until after Weds, when I am to be audited by the people funding me. So there's still a chance for me to fuck it up.
My tickets for Star Wars Celebration arrived this morning! GEEKING OUT! However, as much of a fanboy I might be, I'm not sure I'll be spending £25 on a Billy Dee Williams autograph.
L'Hunch Est Dos has discovered some life. On the verge of closing a chapter, killing a main character and comatosing another. Not bad for a day's work. Shame it's taking half-a-year.
Holiday plans are afoot.