Rainy days and blog whores...

I know that this isn't that important... well, it isn't at all important... but, I was watching Sesame Street the other day and the Count got all the way to number 12 on his organ. It was terribly hard to keep up. I am unsure if I should continue to watch that show without guidance of my calculator. Anyhow, noone at work seemed to care that the day was brought to us by the number 12. Sometimes the people I work with can be such jerks. Maybe if I had of told them in mathematical equation form to see if they could have worked it out? I wonder when the good Count will reach across his expanses and bring a little trigonometry into things. ;)

I've been listening to a lot of Carpenters in recent days. SFL (Stalker From London) sent me a Gold Edition CD (is there any other kind?), and it has become a favorite (albeit forced) at the lab. (Hey, if anyone knows some good "sciency" songs to put on a CD, let me know. I've been meaning to make one, but is all I can come up with is Monster Mash and She Blinded Me With Science ... which makes me think of this girl at Uni who's eyes were badly affected by a concentrated bottle of acid she was handling. She had to run to the eye wash station.)

I wonder if SFL realizes how sad all these songs are? It's miserable weather here in Melbourne... freezing as hell, always raining and cloudy... I'm listening to Karen Carpenter, and my work life is hanging by a thread. A Carpenters CD is practically a jab at my jugular with a pirate sword as I edge further down the plank.

No... just kidding. I love the CD. Jambalaya, crawlfish pie. Cherry gumbo. Pick guitar, frou-frou jar and big-gay-oh. (OK, so I don't know some of the words... but they're nonsensical anyway! I probably did get them right for all I know.

(***Side note: why do my fingers smell like that yellow mustard stuff you put in sandwiches? Well, they don't always, but at this very moment they do. I think it's a mix of a lot of nice smells that have amalgamated into an unpleasant odor. Sigh... Grrr. Not happy Jan.***)

Hey, I just noticed that Hanuman thinks I'm hot. Touché, Hanuman. Touché ... you blog whore. :)

William John.
PS. I do need to update more often. My apologies. Do I get some lenience though for giving you a sweet mention? :o)