Cellophane, Mr. Cellophane
Shoulda been my name,
Mr Cellophane,
'Cos you can look right through me,
Walk right by me,
And never know I'm there ..
Shoulda been my name,
Mr Cellophane,
'Cos you can look right through me,
Walk right by me,
And never know I'm there ..
Having no memory of writing or posting that previous entry ("sprunk") is probably the best thing to mention first and foremost. That was a darn good night.
My thought process is in that skittish hungover stage, and the next paragraph and it's content are a a credit thereto: Every once in a while I'll walk out of the toilet either at home or at uni and get this awful feeling that I've left my fly wide open. You quickly realise that this isn't the case, but it's one of those few times in life of unparalleled fear, like missing the last step on a staircase. One never knows. Something in the vicinity of the toilet could have easily distracted you, like a flier about a charity, or a missing tile or an overly expensive condom machine. So yeah, if I share a house or a seminar with you and I saunter back with my nethers showing, give me a shout. Be subtle about it though.
I'm actually waiting for an Amazon order at the moment, not in the literal sense of peering through the curtains for a delivery, but sitting around patiently wondering when it'll arrive. In-keeping with all the fun things I do, it's a book by German author Friedrich Dürrenmatt, Die Physiker, or 'The Physicists'. It seems to be about 3 guys in a mental asylum, 2 of whom think they're famous scientists and one of whom actually is. And then the leader of the asylum steals some groundbreaking scientific plans made by the 3rd guy and plans world domination. No, seriously. That should be an interesting read.
In other recent happenings, I watched 'Snakes on a plane' for the first time. People have always recommended it to me, but upon actually seeing it, my initial reaction was more in the way of 'that was like having diarrhoea for just over an hour and a half'. Imagine if the big letter 'Y' in Hollywood took a big dump. This is the result.
If you haven't seen it, it's about a group of high school snakes who all vow to lose their virginity before spring break.
Sadly, that plotline would probably have improved it. It has all the emotional impact of Schindler's List, except instead of a little girl in a red coat walking through the mass execution of a Jewish ghetto, some guy has his cock bitten by a snake. Disappointment, guys. Nothing but disappointment.
Anyway, I'll round this off as I have a presentation to do for Tuesday. Vista continues its ongoing plan to thwart me however, as this latest version of windows seems to no longer have Powerpoint in its list of Office programmes. WHY?
My thought process is in that skittish hungover stage, and the next paragraph and it's content are a a credit thereto: Every once in a while I'll walk out of the toilet either at home or at uni and get this awful feeling that I've left my fly wide open. You quickly realise that this isn't the case, but it's one of those few times in life of unparalleled fear, like missing the last step on a staircase. One never knows. Something in the vicinity of the toilet could have easily distracted you, like a flier about a charity, or a missing tile or an overly expensive condom machine. So yeah, if I share a house or a seminar with you and I saunter back with my nethers showing, give me a shout. Be subtle about it though.
I'm actually waiting for an Amazon order at the moment, not in the literal sense of peering through the curtains for a delivery, but sitting around patiently wondering when it'll arrive. In-keeping with all the fun things I do, it's a book by German author Friedrich Dürrenmatt, Die Physiker, or 'The Physicists'. It seems to be about 3 guys in a mental asylum, 2 of whom think they're famous scientists and one of whom actually is. And then the leader of the asylum steals some groundbreaking scientific plans made by the 3rd guy and plans world domination. No, seriously. That should be an interesting read.
In other recent happenings, I watched 'Snakes on a plane' for the first time. People have always recommended it to me, but upon actually seeing it, my initial reaction was more in the way of 'that was like having diarrhoea for just over an hour and a half'. Imagine if the big letter 'Y' in Hollywood took a big dump. This is the result.
If you haven't seen it, it's about a group of high school snakes who all vow to lose their virginity before spring break.Sadly, that plotline would probably have improved it. It has all the emotional impact of Schindler's List, except instead of a little girl in a red coat walking through the mass execution of a Jewish ghetto, some guy has his cock bitten by a snake. Disappointment, guys. Nothing but disappointment.
Anyway, I'll round this off as I have a presentation to do for Tuesday. Vista continues its ongoing plan to thwart me however, as this latest version of windows seems to no longer have Powerpoint in its list of Office programmes. WHY?
