Just when you thought you were safe from the tests...
I am an Oompah Band.
My baseless fertilised granite tankers meet with personal nightly dictators. I deposit graded noses of flowers outside barrels of wind. My fun directions take spinning elephants.
How do legs write transistors? The Utterly Surreal Test
Posted by hKath at 12:16 PM ()
Wednesday, December 5
I feel incredibly guilty sitting here in a computer lab full of desperate people working on essays and budgets and graphics and calculus and theses, while I have just handed in my last essay and have only one exam to go. No wait... I don't feel guilty. I'm just scared I'll get caught not doing anything productive and be kicked out of here.
But that doesn't matter anyway since my phone just beeped, announcing that it had a message for me. I don't know why it didn't ring, but I'm kind of glad it didn't. It's probably Sigrid's phone call, which I've been waiting for today. Now I can leave.
But first I just want to say that my office Christmas party is going to kick ass in the most serious, unfunny way imaginable. Can you say private movie theatre? Can you say stadium seating? Can you say free popcorn? Can you say arcade games?
And then, after that, you will be forced to articulate the words "Cosmic Bowling", and also perhaps "Dinner". That's right. This is an all-day thing.
All day with Adam and Carmen and Tanya and Derek and Simon and Dustin and Phill?
The Kathster is pleased.
Posted by hKath at 1:20 PM ()
Tuesday, December 4
If I was a work of art, I would be Claude Monet's Waterlilies.
I am soft and gentle, but very colourful. Although based in reality, I look at the world through a filter of impressions which shape how I see things. Splashes of light help to define my presence and bring an endearing quality.
Which work of art would you be? The Art Test
Posted by hKath at 3:00 PM ()
Sunday, December 2
I'm watching Ghoulies. There are much better things I could be watching, I'm sure. But the Ghoulies' cover box has been such a part of my life in the past that it would be unthinkable to blow it off now. When I was a kid I was always terrified by the picture on the box of monsters coming out of the toilet.
Derek and I talk about hokey horror movies a lot, and I found out he had the same problem. In fact, it made him afraid of bathrooms altogether.
Anyone else? Remember this box?
I have seen some of the weirdest horror movies you could ever think of. "The Stuff" - "Slugs!" - "Deadly Friend" - "Chopping Mall"...
Anyone ever see Pulse, with Joey and Matthew Lawrence? Now that's entertainment.
I'm sorry. I hurt. I can't think. My neck has just locked up on one side (the TV side) and I can't stop drinking water. I think I should go now and stop bitching. Or else I might die while writing a diary entry.
Posted by hKath at 9:41 PM ()
Yo. I worked almost twelve hours yesterday. Voluntarily. Couldn't string two words together at the end. Today my plans involve showering. Maybe.
Heh, actually I have tons to do. What remains to be seen is whether or not my back will give out before I even get to the shower.
My favourite two words in the English language right now? "Anti-fatigue mat".
Posted by hKath at 1:30 PM ()