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Originally posted by Babylon the Bride:

And oi!

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over at the flaky Board.


*plots to sic angry marshmallows on you when we meet*

careful fellas!

i've got a second job now that requires strapping into a vacuum cleaner that makes me feel like a ghostbuster. dustbuster!

lester you stick with it.

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Originally posted by Lester Zombie:
How's this one for veracity?

Get well, Lester. Don't you know documenting your rampage through the hospital leads to more prosecution than you could ever possibly eat your way out of.

appointment at dentist 3.55, got taken in about 4.30. he gave me injection, then x-ray. but one of the injections hit a blood vessel, apparently. which provides an alarming flaring hot pain up ones face. can potentially cause double vision as it hits the eye on that side of the face - luckily it didn't. he said i blanched when it happened, which was the clue he had that he should explain it.

that means the injection didn't work. so i had to get a few more to be sure i was covered before he started. he has explained what he was going to do and as he did i thought "wow this build is pretty strenuous! you could break someone's jaw doing that!" that bit done i prepared myself for the next bit, only for him to say "thats it done." so in the end much quicker than i expected.

was wasted for a couple of hours. but starting to feel better now. which is a relief.

Here's to a speedy jawcovery.

I hit a deer last night. About midnight, coming back from my sites down south in the mountains. Road was icy. I have studded tires, but they only help a little on glaze.

I was only doing about 55 and probably slowed to 40 when I hit it. Pretty young buck... 2 point (western count).

Thinking about it, the thing that strikes me is that once I saw he was definitely going to walk out and stand in the fucking road, the only thing I could think about was that I did NOT want to kill this animal. Didn't think about damage to my truck, none of that. Just didn't want to kill a deer.

Did though.

Still feel bad about it.

I used to hunt them. I'm a whole different person now, I guess.

Nearly had a roo take out my windscreen, once. But roos are a lot softer, in general, than deer. The only thing that stopped it was its tail, which got dragged under the front left wheel.

We hit two others that night. Wrecked the front left quarter of the ute, took out the headlight. Lucky we didn't run into any cops. Had to stop in friggin' Inglewood and straighten out the bullbar.

Glad you're ok, Trog.

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Originally posted by Trogdor:

Still feel bad about it.

I used to tear their brainless little heads off and throw them back in the water. And I'd ask, "How's that, Cindy?"

I'm a whole different person now, I guess.

Fixed that for you.

Presented at a conference this morning. Put my PowerPoint on a USB stick, and checked a million times it was in my pocket. Then, just as I was about to walk out the door, got the bright idea to download a flash application to show - gotta use colour and movement with those academics. Site was down, didn't download shit... and you see where this is going.

Get to the conference half an hour early to set up, check the pocket... and the USB is still plugged in at home. Home is out of the question, but the PowerPoint was made at work. The conference is at another uni across town from my uni, so... Walk out the door and up a massive hill in the 40 C heat, jump on the bike, snake across town at speed, buy a new USB, load the presentation, race back... and make it in time.

Wander into the room, start setting up... and someone lets me know I'm in N417 and should be in N419. Wander down the hall, set up, present with a minimum of stress.

An adrenalised ride across town is more fun that sitting in the preceding conference session any time, and apparently my subconscious knows it.

Wait...N417? N419?

Did you go to QUT?

Aye, in the Grove of Kelvin

AND YOU DIDN'T DROP BY AND LET ME BUY YOU A BEER?!

And I've gloriously failed many subjects in Rooms N417 and 419.

i found out yesterday that my brother got kicked out of the Metallica concert in Vancouver on Tuesday.
he was trying to get to the pit. without a wristband for the pit.
the security nabbed him...
17-year-old guys, eh?
sounds like he had fun though, he was telling me about it while i helped him buzz his hair yesterday. (he goes for a DIY Fight Club, keeps it trimmed pretty close.)

Tell him you don't fuck with Lars' money.

But good job trying.

I got to kick out a group of people last night for drinking underage.

They were not happy.

Their argument was that it was bullshit.

Not sure what debate team they were on but I was not swayed.

Did meet a girl last night that is a trainer at this place

She was about 5 feet tall and built like a fire plug.

It is a little more "macho/MMA/Pro Wreslting" than what I wanted but I might check it out.

She grabbed my butt on the way out the door too, she has a grip like a five fingered vise! (she wasn't interested in me though, she likes the ladies I gather)

Yesterday, I walked around with €10,000 in my pocket. In €500 bills.

I need to have actual on me when I enter Canada on next Tuesday.
The bank told us they couldn't get us that sum in traveller cheques on such short notice.

Si they gave me bills.

I went to a change-office on rue de la Paix, where they said they could convert it all to Canadian Dollar.
The guy at the counter took my euros, gave me a receipt, and told me to wait for 10 minutes while he was going to the bank, where he would get the CAD.

It seemed like a trap.
But I took the risk.

The guy came back 20 minutes later, with a huge pile of Canadian bills.
More than 150 x $100.

More money than I ever held in my hand.

Scary shit.

1 EUR to 1.5 CAD ?

The current exchange rate is 0.617.
So your 10k EUR would make 16.208 CAD (with no exchange rate taken under account.).

The guy took a 7.5% cut in exchange rate.
Not bad for 20 minutes of work.

I rounded up the numbers.
I don't remember the exact rate.

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Originally posted by Mean Old Man:

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Originally posted by Trogdor:

Still feel bad about it.

I used to tear their brainless little heads off and throw them back in the water. And I'd ask, "How's that, Cindy?"

I'm a whole different person now, I guess.

Fixed that for you.

Haven't changed that much. Deer are sort of noble. Born and bred of the wild. The glen. The glade. The moore. The steppe. Trout are clone-slime. Of the cement trough.

Must die.

Did nearly all my christmas shopping.. yay!!

Have failed to find the knife thread.. I don' think I dropped strong enough hints to Krad to buy me this for christmas, so think I will be asking him fo a good cooking knife. Globals are out as brother has those and, you know, sibling politics and all that.. *lol* Nothing too big.. not needed for meat.. but something really sexy.. *g*
(though Foyles has it in stock.. *g*)

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