day 4 of grossness but the gurgling has subsided.

I had the most amazing (and simple) morning of sleeping in, then tidying up, then drinking coffee, eating toast and listening to Barry Black . One of the songs kinda reminds me of a tetley tea guy gone to art school. The whole cd makes me wanna tackle an old school xylophone, and clank pots, and sit out in the rain.

day 3 of gurgling and grossness - what were the symptoms of E.coli again?

I think I'm decomposing

My current gastrointestinal distress is making me wonder about my decision to drink tapwater.

1 crate/ # of pomegranates - 1:404

I forgot to say that what I like about mike is having a conversation with him is like playing a game of tabletennis - despite whatever oddity you lob over, it gets bounced right back. chop chop like too.

A recent exchange I had with mike. Desperate times call for desperate measures right?

So I've got 2 weeks and a bit before I run the Boston marathon - so for a final preparation I thought I'd maybe stop running, take on a few projects and start some new courses. yeah.

Actually, I am very concerned I will not finish. Not just in that "oh my god I haven't trained enough" prerace panic - more like "yeah. I really could lie down here and sleep for a bit" feeling when I do my long runs. Not even the iron, ginseng or royal jelly has helped. Not even the Blue Blur's encouragement. weird...weird...blue blur cannibal.

NLE opened early today. Possibly trying to influence the market? Options hit an alltime low.

Can I expense a cone of silence? oh, it's not for me...

GH resigned today. One of those things you know is coming but still dread when it arrives. I'm not sure there's even anybody left at this company that IS would label a renegade? Somebody should let the big wigs know that some weiner in a suit, will not fill grant's shoes.

damn. I always wanna spell equipment with T in the middle.

Bryce and I tried the TB Launcher today.

Equipment: TB Launcher, Bicycle pump, family pack of timbits.
All tests were done at approx 80psi (due to shoddy bicycle pump).

Results:
1 timbit [ok, but results varied with shape of timbit and seal formed in tube]
9 timbits [best result, a nice seal formed]
15 timbits [poor result, we got carried away and blew the plastic tubing off of the TB lancher]

Less scientific, but equally fun, at 40 psi a timbit can be fired across the aisle at a coworker's desk with considerable dramatic effect.

Norwegian Leather exports are holding market value, however they are proving to be a real pain in the a**. I think a press release may have been issued recently.

Surprising results for Norwegian Leather Exports yesterday, the market opened at 900 units and closed with a strong 1700+. Impressive.

What gerg does when I'm not home.
So far I think he has launched a squash ball into orbit - never to be found again, and timbits (in the backyard only, I hope).

>>I had dinner with animal testers today.

If you ever find yourself in this situation, call on sniffy the virtual rat.

I love blogging into oblivion. It's similar to getting married, or getting handed work at the end of the day - so ridiculous it has become almost interesting, well to me at least.

And nextly, my summary of today - hello, does anyone notice a pattern here? They've quietly started the orchestra playing and you are being guided to the nearest exit. what do they have to do next? flicker the lights? jeesh. go home, the movie's over.

...and besides, that's just the sort of quality work that has made me one of the highest paid members of the team, right?

Crap, Crap 'n crap.

I types goodly.

Know the expression "walk a day in someone's shoes"? Well Chowie, they are all yours.

My evening so far:
9:30 hear dog sniffing at bottom of shut bedroom door
9:31 open bedroom door. two cats run out.
9:31 think to self "have they been locked in there all day?"
9:35 fill waterbowl for meowing cats. think to self, "poor guys, but I think I've done pretty well taking care of the pets on my own tonight - all things considered."
9:37 go to kitchen and get tofu and corn chips.
9:40 put tofu and cornchips on highest shelf and check on youngest dog.
9:42 think to self, "what's she got?" as older dog passes, something crunching in her mouth.
9:43 investigate a hunch, and a strong odour, in the bedroom.
9:45 locate source of smell, and crunching.
9:45 get toilet paper.
9:46 remove remaining bits of poo from my duvet cover. curse. remove cover.
9:47 shoo dog out of bedroom, again. open windows and shut door to bedroom. make sure all cats are accounted for.
9:48 dispose of soiled tp.
9:49 wash hands. check on youngest dog. locate tofu and cornchips on shelf.

It is gerg's birthday today. I bought him a double cd by godspeed you black emperor!.

one last thing holiday related - I was checking my site while in Australia, scanning one last time for typos in my blog, when my dad reading over my shoulder says "eviltwit 3?". Evil twit indeed.

It takes holidaying with your whole family to really build up your sense of self.

I forgot to update my whole lumpy ear thing. There was a brief moment of "will it peel or won't it", but the "yes it will" won out and I shed bits of my ear all the way to Sydney. Come to think of it, with all the recycled air on the plane I wonder if anyone inhaled any sloughing cells? If I can catch the cold of the woman sputtering behind me, it doesn't seem impossible. Surely I left a few bits of ear on my headrest? My new ear is doing great, just a little sensitive to the cold, thank-you very much.