Friday wisdom
'Morning Dougal', 'Morning Tyg'. If you don't know the characters from the Magic Roundabout then look them up. Dougal is the doggie in the picture. He's very wise. I have the Adventures of Dougal book somewhereabouts. Highly recommended for people who are becoming too serious. Zebidty is probably the wisest of them all, even though he 'is' just a ball on a giant spring, sporting the most gigantic of moustaches.
So, I got weary of looking at my own crapola showing up on this lj and decided to put up some words of "wisdom" that I found today.
"The things that come to those who wait will be the things left by those
who got there first."
Why do I feel like I should've known this one waaay back in kindi. Oh, just remembered, we didn't have kindi when I was young :) Maybe we did but having been to 9 schools, I'd like to try and keep that number below double digits :)
"The shin bone is a device for finding furniture in a dark room."
Yep, I'm 'sure' that one's true. Not willing to test out this theory though. Let me know if you decide to experiment. Any guesses on the what could be used as the control? Perhaps the elbow being a measurer of door frame parameters. Worked for me three times this week.
"A fine is a tax for doing wrong. A tax is a fine for doing well."
So why do they call it a 'fine'?
"When you go into court, you are putting yourself In the hands of 12
people who weren't smart enough to get out of jury duty."
Hire yourself a clever boss. I did. Can you believe I've been called up for jury duty twice in the last year. I actually 'really, really, really' want to go and see what it's like. Besides, I know my way around both Ye Olde and Ye Hideously Moderne Supreme Court Buildings in Sydney. Herein lies a mind numbingly silly story but it's part of my life so, in an effort to try and put myself to sleep I offer it here for those who may be in need of some insomnia relief.
Mind you it was just for a mediation session but I feel - experienced now :) Funny thing was, that, upon entering the new building, I'd completely forgotten about the pair of scissors in my bag. Naturally the guy on the xray machine was intrigued and, for some reason, asked me if I was on staff. Wonder what would've happened if I'd answered in the affirmative? Anyway, I dutifully handed them over for careful documentation and 24 hour observation by the bored desk security.
They weren't even mine. I'd taken them from the Stowe weekly practise after someone had left them behind. So, I got all caught up in the throws of Mediation, which is a fascinating process in itself, and forgot to collect the scissors on the way out. We'd been transferred over into the much nicer, but draughty, Old Supreme Court building, where they don't have x-ray machines, nor much security staff, and I'd completely forgotten about them.
So, next day I troop up Market Street to retrieve the dastardly weapon of minor fabric destruction, thinking I'd return them to the rightful owner at some stage of my career. Handed over my ticket of identification, which was taken 'out back' to aide in the search for the errant ciswars. Urgent whispers, flipping of pages in the check-in tome, more whispers, then they bought out two pairs of identical scissors for me to choose from. Now these weren't just average looking scissors so it was a little odd to say the least. The guards thought it was odd too and kept giving me the sort of look that begged me to reveal that I was in fact a trained killer that belonged to a terrorist group that specialised in scissor wielding and that I was planning on assassinating a Supreme Court magistrate, or two, to further our holy cause of ... Better Rights for Defactos Wrangling Over the Property Relationships Act! And when do we WANT it, NOW! (fade with overdub of music from the shower scene from 'Psycho' violin staccato).
Well, whether this is, indeed, my evil plan, certainly will not be revealed until I actually 'get' to court and, possibly, post delivery of verdict :)
Minor aside - there used to be a band in Sydney called 'Shower Scene from Psycho' and they were actually pretty good. No violins anywhere to be heard. Wonder what happened to them or who they morphed into. It was a silly time for band names in Sydney's alternative music scene. There was also 'A Box of Fish and a Portion of Tartare Sauce' which ended up being shortened, as Australians are wont to do, to 'Box of Fish'. They didn't smell too badly.
Wonder who actually owns the scissors. Nobody actually claimed them.
Uh oh, it's after 1am...guess I 'should' try and get some shuteye...'night all.
So, I got weary of looking at my own crapola showing up on this lj and decided to put up some words of "wisdom" that I found today.
"The things that come to those who wait will be the things left by those
who got there first."
Why do I feel like I should've known this one waaay back in kindi. Oh, just remembered, we didn't have kindi when I was young :) Maybe we did but having been to 9 schools, I'd like to try and keep that number below double digits :)
"The shin bone is a device for finding furniture in a dark room."
Yep, I'm 'sure' that one's true. Not willing to test out this theory though. Let me know if you decide to experiment. Any guesses on the what could be used as the control? Perhaps the elbow being a measurer of door frame parameters. Worked for me three times this week.
"A fine is a tax for doing wrong. A tax is a fine for doing well."
So why do they call it a 'fine'?
"When you go into court, you are putting yourself In the hands of 12
people who weren't smart enough to get out of jury duty."
Hire yourself a clever boss. I did. Can you believe I've been called up for jury duty twice in the last year. I actually 'really, really, really' want to go and see what it's like. Besides, I know my way around both Ye Olde and Ye Hideously Moderne Supreme Court Buildings in Sydney. Herein lies a mind numbingly silly story but it's part of my life so, in an effort to try and put myself to sleep I offer it here for those who may be in need of some insomnia relief.
Mind you it was just for a mediation session but I feel - experienced now :) Funny thing was, that, upon entering the new building, I'd completely forgotten about the pair of scissors in my bag. Naturally the guy on the xray machine was intrigued and, for some reason, asked me if I was on staff. Wonder what would've happened if I'd answered in the affirmative? Anyway, I dutifully handed them over for careful documentation and 24 hour observation by the bored desk security.
They weren't even mine. I'd taken them from the Stowe weekly practise after someone had left them behind. So, I got all caught up in the throws of Mediation, which is a fascinating process in itself, and forgot to collect the scissors on the way out. We'd been transferred over into the much nicer, but draughty, Old Supreme Court building, where they don't have x-ray machines, nor much security staff, and I'd completely forgotten about them.
So, next day I troop up Market Street to retrieve the dastardly weapon of minor fabric destruction, thinking I'd return them to the rightful owner at some stage of my career. Handed over my ticket of identification, which was taken 'out back' to aide in the search for the errant ciswars. Urgent whispers, flipping of pages in the check-in tome, more whispers, then they bought out two pairs of identical scissors for me to choose from. Now these weren't just average looking scissors so it was a little odd to say the least. The guards thought it was odd too and kept giving me the sort of look that begged me to reveal that I was in fact a trained killer that belonged to a terrorist group that specialised in scissor wielding and that I was planning on assassinating a Supreme Court magistrate, or two, to further our holy cause of ... Better Rights for Defactos Wrangling Over the Property Relationships Act! And when do we WANT it, NOW! (fade with overdub of music from the shower scene from 'Psycho' violin staccato).
Well, whether this is, indeed, my evil plan, certainly will not be revealed until I actually 'get' to court and, possibly, post delivery of verdict :)
Minor aside - there used to be a band in Sydney called 'Shower Scene from Psycho' and they were actually pretty good. No violins anywhere to be heard. Wonder what happened to them or who they morphed into. It was a silly time for band names in Sydney's alternative music scene. There was also 'A Box of Fish and a Portion of Tartare Sauce' which ended up being shortened, as Australians are wont to do, to 'Box of Fish'. They didn't smell too badly.
Wonder who actually owns the scissors. Nobody actually claimed them.
Uh oh, it's after 1am...guess I 'should' try and get some shuteye...'night all.