…I only take photos to pick up chicks, may I present to you exhibit A.
Because of politics* my photos were never going to be up before 6pm today (although to be fair when was the last time they were up before 6pm?) But today I didn’t even start editing them until after 6pm thanks to various factors, including but not limited to:
Not getting up until after 11am, despite the alarm waking me up at 8am - The floor I was on was warm and comfortable.
Getting trains back to Bristol and making the journey 30 minutes longer than it has to be by not picking connecting trains.
Going to the agents to pick up a key to get copied, only to find when I got hom that although the key was cut fine it won’t open the lock as the key is too fat to fit in the lock.
Going shopping and seeing Dark Crystal amidst the DVD section. I would say I’ve never seen it but after today that would be a lie!
Pretending I was a student by putting off work and playing around on Facebook and MSN instead.
Yes I know it’s just a picture of a front door, but it’s a perfect illustration to go alongside the haiku* I wrote at work today.
banging at the door-
an unexpected guest or
man with joke pehaps
And before you ask, yes I was very bored at work today. Whilst I enjoy writing poems (and for some reason haven’t done so for a while) I wouldn’t usually use knock knock jokes as my inspiration
*And for any purists reading this I know it’s not a haiku and for anyone that didn’t know and is interested it’s a senryu. A haiku is not just any poem of 3 lines in a 5-7-5 syllable pattern, a haiku is defined by it’s subject matter and should concern nature and doesn’t have to be 5-7-5 (at least not in English anyways). Anything which follows the form, but isn’t about nature is at best a senryu.
And no I am not referring to the Tottenham result today, although one of my housemates being a Tottenham fan was most certainly in favour of that result.
The result I am referring to is one of a far greater magnitude and concerns the question of the quality of a particular TV show - Clarissa Explains It All. My Tottenham supporting housemate and I believe it to be of a quality unparalleled, whereas my heathen housemate contests that Sabrina The Teenage Witch is a superior televisual experience.
What prompted this debate? The simple, sad fact that despite all the channels that cable has to offer there is all too often nothing worth watching on. Combine this with another simple, sad fact that my housemates are a big fan of the kids TV channels thanks to repeats of programmes such as The Racoons and I have to admit to being tempted whenever I see The Care Bears up on the schedule. The Care Bears was on one of the channels tonight, but as I wouldn’t dare suggest to the people I live with that we should watch The Care Bears the housemate with the remote control opted for Sabrina The Teenage Witch.
I never really watched it as a kid, but it did trigger off a vague memory of Melissa Joan Hart and something called Clarissa Explains It All and a half remembered theme tune, which after a quick consultation with my housemates couldn’t be remembered with certainty by any of us and so taking advantage of a break it was a case of firing up the Wii and going to YouTube where we found the intro and I discovered why I thought the opening went, “Na na na nana, na na na na na.”
Now if it had ended there it would have all been fine, but at the end of the clip an option came up to watch part 1 of the pilot episode and of course we just had to watch it (and the other two parts as well). Okay so there is no talking cat, but as the first episode shows there certainly are plenty of shenanigans afoot to entertain and amuse - Besides unlike Sabrina The Teenage Witch, it’s a part of my childhood.
Anyways here’s the pilot episode for you to watch if you are like me and remember the show fondly, or just have nothing better to do.
Today for a change I had a caller make me laugh,* I still had plenty of callers that almost made me want to cry - But it does suggest that there is still a thin sliver of hope for humanity if I ever rule the world.
I was asking the caller some standard research questions, a set of questions I have asked what must be thousands of times and are very simple questions like, “Where did you buy the item from?” I had got to the point where I had to ask what size box he had bought and like a lot of people he couldn’t recall which size he had bought and said he’d go and check. So far, so not very hard, but still enough to confuse some people.
I hear a few assorted noises from the other end of the phone and then I hear the caller saying, “I’ve measured it and teh box is about 15cm by 30cm.”
I wanted to point out to the caller that a shape 15cm by 30cm does not a box make, as it only has two dimensions and a box would need three. I also wanted to laugh as he had technically given a literal, if flawed answer to my inquiry - It did tell me what I need to know as I could work it out for myself from there, but the answer was written on the front of the box and usually most people figure out that is what I mean when I ask for the size of the box and so the caller is stupid by default for taking the question so literally.
Mind you if I ever get asked a question like that for research purposes, that is how I shall give my answer - Just to confuse the poor person at the other end of the phone for a moment or two and hopefully make them laugh as well.
*Luckily I held my laughter in until he got off the phone, as I suspect I would have got into trouble laughing at him down the phone.
Happy Birthday for yesterday Robyn, but a word of advice; Pointing and looking sternly at Amy might do the trick, but she’s a pussy cat really - I doubt your taming technique would work on house cats, let alone wild cats!
