Mainly for yuitsu, because I promised. :)




( More under cut )

Dogs in Space : Finally available on DVD. Officially like.

http://www.jbhifionline.com.au/dvd/dvd-genres/drama-romance/dogs-in-space-limited-2-dvd-tin-set/437280

If you have to ask about this film then it probably wont appeal. :)


Its about godamn time.

Fuck you.

No Love,
N.

When I'm cooking pasta, I like to make smoke signals with the steam.

As I pour the boiling water into the collander in the sink I cover it, and then uncover it.

"SOS" I say in clouds of Steam. "SOS"
A mute plea to any who may be listening whilst I cook.

Perhaps the kitchen gods would listen if I knew more than just SOS in morse code...

Me : "You say that now, but how are you at Canasta?"
Annie : *serious type of stare* "I am fucking awesome at Canasta"

My Dearest Liver,
Its that time again.
You've been there for me, ever since I can remember.
You've been with me through the good, the bad, the Highs and the Lows.
I have not been kind to you oh liver. I have treated you, at times, without respect.
I have laughed at you, I have ignored you, and I have, in short, not been the best of hosts.

This is why, my friend, I am amazed that you're still with me.
Not only are you still with me, but you are (as my doctor puts it) "Perfect"

I know I don't say this often but "I love you oh liver of mine"

May our relationship continue for many years to come.
May our association never falter, and the light of our affection never once dim or flicker.

Regards,
N.

The smell of mower exhaust fumes and freshly cut grass.

Who wants to come over for a grass fight? :)

And yes, I *have* been gardening too..

*hysterical laughter*

How *NOT* to do Archery.

If you're one of those freaks who hyper-extend their elbow joints then archery can be rather painful.

( Oh yes )

Still here.

I've been ignoring LJ recently.
If you've made a comment and I've not replied it's because Im slack.
Apologies.

Sooner or later I should start looking for a new job.

I can hear the primary school near me when the wind is right (Read : still or none at all) and they use a that annoying four tone message thing, that plays before they make an announcement.

Every time I hear it I suddenly think Im on a platform somewhere waiting for a train.
I have possibly spent more time on public transport over the years, than is healthy.

I seem to be in a bit of a ...slump.

Theres a whole list of stuff I should be doing, and Im not doing it.

He's Programing RAGE tonight.
From the sample they just played, its going to be a good night. :)

As usual, I'll be recording it. :)

The cats name is Nickel.
It was close to Ickle.

And Annie wouldn't let me called it Cadmium or Strontium.
:)

Ella is not pleased....

Otherwise referred to at the current time as 'Ickle'


She's a she, and is about 6 weeks old and seems to have bonded to me already (if the fact that shes now asleep in the hood of the jumper Im wearing is any indication)


Have a picture. :)





On a more serious note, Im not very sure how Aleph and Ella are going to cope...

We'll see I guess, Currently they're both sitting in the hallway staring balefully at me.

She's not desexxed yet (too young)
Has had first vaccination and is FIV free.

So, Annie and I spotted a tiny ginger ball of fur from across Melville road this evening.
It looked ready to make a dash into traffic.
I heard the little thing mewling plaintively earlier in the evening - and a few days ago, Annie heard it as well.

Rather than let the little lass (I think) get squished, I ran across the road and grabbed it.
Tiny little thing, coat seems in nice enough order, but no collar, or microchip that I can feel.
It looks way to young to be fixed/tagged anyway.

Its certainly affectionate, and its currently camped in the bathroom while Annie and I figure out what to do.


"Figuring out what to do" may just involve giving it a name and keeping it of course..

I kinda feel responsible for it, in a way since I rescued it...

Am filling in the time between calls with drawing, as I am wont to do. Since there's a printer next to my desk, I don't have to wander far to get paper. The scarcity of drawing implements however annoys me.
I have a set square, but am reduced to drawing circles either using a glass, or an old cd.
Either way, the lack of options tends to limit ones creativity in some fashion.
I hate drawing circles freehand. They always look wonky.

The in tray on my desk is gradually filling up with exercises in perspective, drawings of feathers and trilobites. The latter have gradually gone through some sort of hyped up evolution.
Starting out completely shit, then progressing to something prehistorically terrifying, to just prehistoric, through lovecraftian/alienesque and now they're currently sitting on the page in their 'egyptian phase'
Like tiny little broaches, all blocks and defined shapes.
And I'm still not happy with the little fuckers.

And to top it all off, theres this cat, sleeping on a guys chest in my head, that wants me to tell it a story, so it can tell a guy a story.
However, theres not much I can think of really..

I have no idea what it wants to hear, and making something up off the top of my head isn't really working at the moment.

"I'm going to tell you a story" said the cat, sitting on his chest, "And its going to be, quite possibly, the last story you'll ever hear. So you'd better listen"
The fact that there was a talking cat sitting on his chest talking to him in between daintily licking clean a dirtied front paw, didn't really disturb him that much.
What *did* disturb him, was the fact that the cat was talking with a slight Russian accent. It'd been a while since he'd met any Russians, or spoke to them. The cat definitely didn't look russian. In fact it looked more... siamese like.
For starters, It didn't have one of those funny furry hats.

...Maybe from Burma or something ?
Definitely not Russian though.

He wondered what one of those hairless ones would sound like. Or would it just say that it was cold?

"Definitely way too many drugs" he thought, But then again, since he was propped up against an overturned police van, with what was left of both his legs shredded by ball bearings from a homemade pipe bomb, Drugs were probably the least of his worries.

"Are you listening to me?" The cat asked.
He nodded, The cat had one eye, and a notched ear which looked like it had a tattoo on it and he was pretty sure that there was a bloodstain on the splash of white fur on its chest.
This was a little too hard to make out though, as flames were dying down now that the van across the way was just down to the metal chassis.
That and the drugs were really kicking in, and he was going slightly crossed eyed.

"Right then" And the cat turned around a few times, got itself comfortable with its rather long tail curled around and over its front paws.

Then it told him a story...

-Mainly about TV.

Now that Supernatural has finished for the season, and I've got some time on my hands, I need to find replacement viewing ;

- Have decided to start watching Criminal Minds again.
I really liked this show when I started, and upon my return to Australia, I had to curtail my downloading, and thus had to had to give up several of my 'stories'.
I have a soft sport of Mandy Patinkin, appearing as he does, in several of my favourite series/movies over the years - Plus, Criminal Minds seems to tick all my boxes in terms of what I like in a TV series -
Well..about Serial Killers anyway.
The predictability that other crime dramas seems to have, sometimes even needing to *show* you how the crime was committed, and by whom, in the first 3 minutes, is absent from Criminal Minds, instead relying on a good solid unfolding of the plot across the episode.

- Castle.
Has anyone looked at this yet?
Something new starring Nathan Fillion coming out of the US.
Near as I can tell, its Bones without the Science(tm).
Or just perhaps an updated version of Murder She Wrote maybe..
Except with Nathan Fillion as a smart arsed author, and no doubt some plucky, touchy female enforcement officer with a 'Past' of some kind.
The reviews I've caught in brief seem to give it good ratings, But I'm still a little hesitant to dip my toes into this particular water.
It seems like it could get old quite quickly. The scchtick, as it t'were running out of..well...schtick.

- Bones.
I'm still a season or so behind on Bones, having just started watching season 4.
As usual, its the slightly whacked out scripts, and characterisation which attracts me to this show. I remember seeing the pilot and being hooked instantly, despite the teething problems that a pilot, and indeed a series first season always seems to have.
It helps, in some small way, that the theme is done by The Crystal Method.
It doesn't help that the cuts/scene links are done in a particularly terrible lensflare blurred glass kind of fashion that I find hackneyed and annoying.

- Lie To Me.
Definitely enjoying this so far.
Tim Roth makes this show for me, Basically, because he gets to walk around being Tim Roth.
Capitalising on the whole slightly whacky/off center, genius in field character which was such a success for House, Lie To Me, is more a study of human nature, rather than the 'ITS NOT LUPUS AGAIN!' brand of plot point. Which I find I'm enjoying, even if it is a little predictable at times.


So thats what Im watching right now.
That an QI, which as always, is full of awesome.

I think Im going insane.
Why ?

*Woke up in the wee hours of this morning with a jolt and the words "The Widows Son" rambling around in my head.
From that point on it was impossible to sleep.

*A woman sat down on the tram next to me reading 'Pride and Prejudice and Zombies'

*End of the Line : Traveling Wilbury's is an awesome song.

Already this morning, I have been reduced to sucking down a can of V in an attempt to not only stay awake, but to something something.

Blurble mob trashcan flowerpot.

The 'new' VNV Nation Album.

"Reformation 01"
2 Discs.

Looking at the track listing
It appears to be a compilation album full of previous material on the first cd, ranging from Joy, all the way through to Arena.

The second disc is just remixes done by the usual suspects, with *gasp* 3 'unreleased' tracks thrown into the bargain. Maybe to keep it nominally interesting, or maybe just to fill space.
I wont know until I've had a listen.

Later Edit: This is a Live Tour Album, Hence the first cd of the usual suspects material.

Now, the last VNV Album I listened to was Matter and Form, has there been one since then ?
Dont get me wrong, I like VNV Nation, but when I heard the words "New Album" I thought that as a fan, I could be expecting "New Material" not just a collection of old stuff thrown onto a cd, along with a bunch of remixes done by various other bands and label mates.

I find live Albums to be...disappointing, to say the least. To me it always lacks the aura of a studio album, and I find audience and ambient noise to get in the way of my listening experience. Despite going to numerous shows over the last 12 to 18 months I'm still not a live gig type of person.

I'll give the remix cd a go, but I think I'll leave the live portion off my iPod, and out of the favourites listening rotation.

To a sense of self preservation.

The seal on the Passion Pop remains intact.
Instead, I just drank beer and went to a party with MacRob students from years gone by.

Instead, I shall relate to you upon the weirdness that was my saturday night.
You'll have to excuse my somewhat stuttering recollection, my brain is still foggy from the fact that Im awake this early on a monday morning.

It begins with Friday : When Annie and I were staggering out of the Terminus Hotel in a state of mild inebriation.
I say mild, and I mean that I was ok, Annie insisted on walking forever in the way that she does when she's unable to trust herself in a taxi.

Note to self : Drinks with Dom and Barb and two members of the cat family was fun.
Even if one of them didn't drink, so I had to drink their birthday drink myself. (Its a tough life, but hey, someones gotta live it)

Somewhere along Victoria Street, we passed a moving truck, Its back open, and people ..well..moving.
Thinking that this was a sufficiently strange occurrence for 11pm on a friday night, I immediately asked the young lass carrying an armload of stuff out of the house if she was moving, To which she replied yes.
I then wished her good luck and continued on.
Apparently, I also offered to help, Although this I don't remember.

True to form, my life took a turn for the weird when I was introduced to the lass on Saturday night, Who, despite being less weirded out than I was, was still very impressed with my politeness.
My life is very strange sometimes..


Sunday was spent watching the last few episodes of Supernatural.
Which, as always, was awesome.
The only thing I really have to say is ;


"I am the prophet Chuck!"

Now, if there was any further proof needed that the immigration system under the Liberal Government was just *fucked* then I point you at this;

Now, lets talk about Rugby players shall we?
Or, more specifically, Sportsmen in Australia.

Is anyone *really* surprised at the attitudes that Thugby and Futball players display towards women ? And indeed civil society as a whole ?

For gods sake. We treat these muscled athletes like prize hounds.
We feed them, we train them, and every so often we let them off the leash to go wild. Be that against other hounds, or into society.
At the age where your average man is learning that "NO" does indeed mean "NO" and that he is *not* $dog's gift to women, these animals are already in training. Already closeted away from the social education that most of us absorb and integrate without thinking.

Instead, they're told that they're *special* and that they're *amazing*.
We reinforce this attitude by the casual hero worship that occurs throughout Australian culture.

Is it any wonder, that a man, who day in day out, is told that he is *part of a team* will participate with and protect his 'teammates' on *OR* off the field?

For fucks sake.
Yes, I agree that while these drooling knuckle-dragging idiots are responsible for every mistake and action they make, I also think that theres a much larger problem.
The fact that we have essentially, an entire society tacitly encouraging this sort of behaviour.

We encourage it by locking them away and not socialising them properly, we encourage it by idolising them, we encourage it by allowing *others* to treat them like possessions, making money of them, pitting them against others in what is basically the modern equivalent of bread and circuses.

I have to say, its *not* just the players fault here...

*foam*

1: The more I see promo shots of Terminator models from T4: Salvation, the more Im convinced that someone in the design department has been spending a little too much time playing Warhammer 40K.

2: This looks mighty interesting.
Alien Nation redux, so to speak.

3: Um...No...thats about it really.

Fuck off and die.

No Love,
Neef.


Now, granted, I'm in somewhat of a foul mood this morning, after a wonderful (if busy) weekend.
But still...I feel like grabbing this person and slapping them.
Just for laughs.

So, Racing victoria is set to possibly ban Steeple chasing/Jumps racing in Victoria.

About fucking time.

I have *not* enjoyed seeing footage from various angles of a beautiful horse breaking its neck.
Nor have I enjoyed seeing the obvious pain (despite my lack of respect at anyone who rides a horse in jump racing) on the jockeys face as he's realised his horse is essentially dead.
And thats just what the press have been showing.


What I *didn't* know, from reading an Article in the paper today, was that Victoria and South Australia are the only two states in Australia to still allow jump racing.
And South Australia imports most of its competitors from Victoria anyway.

Here's hoping that Racing Victoria see sense and ban jump racing from now on.

I grow weary of being beardy.


That is all.

If you've sent me a text, or a email over the last few days and I've not answered it, my apologies.
Things have been kinda hectic and I've been sick again.

*mutter*

Tickets to Janes Addiction : Purchased.


A Festering Hall.

Im having one of those days where I cant hold a pen properly.
Or write properly.

Not that theres anything wrong with my hands per se.
The pen just feels *wrong*

Its the same Uni-ball pen that I've been using for the last few months.
The little windows on the side show me that I've got little too no ink left, and I love holding it up to the light and tipping it this way and that to see whats left slide back and forth.

These pens are great to draw with, and fantastic to write with.
Their ink is a nice solid, consistent texture and colour, good for solid blocks dark, flat ink.
Good for outlines and soft, almost velvet edges as the ink bleeds out a little into the paper fibres.

This one, unfortunately is blue. We were all out of black downstairs, but eh. This place has *these pens* as well ball point pens which have a finer, lighter line (Good for hard, sharp clean lines and edges ) so who am I to complain ?
Not only do they have good pens, but between calls, when I have nothing to do and Im drawing, and I'm so busy doing that that my screen has locked itself, they don't yell at me.

But yes, today a pen feels wrong and all sorts of uncomfortable in my hand, like Im not meant to be drawing or idly drawing boxes and perspective shapes on the stack of paper I keep in my in tray.
This makes me sad...
I hate days like this.

"Breakfast" The thing at the desk mutters.
"pardon?"
I don't know where it came from, I do know however that 3 seconds ago, it wasn't sitting at the desk next to me like it was now.

"Breakfast" it repeats again, this time, more emphatically and swiveling its shaggy head in my direction to regard me with two bloodshot and crusted eyes.

I can't remember seeing it (or even anything like it) before.
Buried in a mass of jumpers and clothing, its hair dread locked and matted, face covered by a beard that hasn't been trimmed in far, far too long. It doesn't smell, it just looks...shaggy and unkempt.
Then, from somewhere beneath the layers, a hand emerges, clutching a shining soup spoon. "Breakfast!" this time waving the spoon about.


I look down at my cereal, Some sort of berry concoction that's supposed to lower my cholesterol, make me more regular and possibly do something amazing like wash my car as well.
Whatever else it does, amazing or not, it completely fails to resemble any berry that I've encountered in my life.
"You want some of this?" I ask, gesturing to the bowl.
I thought it best not to antagonise the thing, who knows what could be hiding under all that hair (and clothing)?
"Breakfast" The spoon is waved in what I can only assume is an affirmative gesture.
"Well... I'm sort of done now, you can have the rest" I say pushing the bowl across the desk towards it.

Watching the thing eat is like listening to a threshing machine. A threshing machine in a swamp filled with frogs.
All noise, chaos, terrible slurping and then, towards the end, the sort of sounds you'd expect from a drain in an abattoir. Gruesome and yet somehow too intriguing to look away from, and yet, astoundingly, not a drop was spilled.
It ends with a satisfying burp, shortly after the thing raises the bowl to its mouth and drinks (or slurps) the last of the milk in the bottom.

"Breakfast" it says again, this time in a satisfied tone of voice and then, "Thank you."

"...You're welcome" I reply, wondering if its going to put on a headset and start answering calls. For a moment I have an image of a confused radiologist on the other end of the line shaking his head, as all he gets in answer to his self important queries is "Breakfast!" repeated down the line a few dozen times.
Instead, I watch in silence as the thing licks the spoon clean with a tongue that looks like its been pierced with an old paperclip and with great care, wipe it dry on a sleeve, then place it back from where ever it came from, somewhere deep within the layers.

"Later" it mutters quietly and then pushes the chair backward and climbs back under the desk slowly, making the sort of noises that my father makes when he's getting in or out of his chair on a cold day.
From beneath the desk I hear a rustling as if it's making itself comfortable in some sort of nest, and then, a quiet snore which goes on for a little too long, tapering off into a sort of ...wheeze, and then nothing.
I resist the urge to look under the desk in case I see something Im not going to forget in a hurry.
No one else in the office seems to have noticed it. They're all busy taking calls, being efficient.

Idly, as I stand and go to the kitchen, bowl in hand, I wonder if the Office Beast likes toast...

A BARRISTER acting for a man accused of bringing five Thai women to Melbourne as sex slaves has compared their plight to an AFL footballer being drafted to another club.


I'm rather sickened at this, and I don't even know where to *begin* to start screaming...

Anyone looking for work right now ?

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You will also have strong knowledge across infrastructure as a whole
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As this position will see you manage critical 24/7 networks, it is
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My god!
Plastic packaging has turned into some sort of fiendish device to trap the unwary and drive them to insanity!

Trying to unwrap a simple plastic figurine is like trying to remove a someone's kidney or something.
Now, I understand how children these days have better dexterity than us brain burned adults, but honestly, If I didn't bloody well have my leatherman, I'm not sure they would have survived the un-packaging process.

On the plus side, I have cute anime(ish) style Han Solo (plus block of Carbonite) and Princess Leia as Bounty Hunter in front of my monitor.

They can have fights with Murphy, Lewis and ED-209 when I'm not around.



Edit : are you fuckers happy now ?, I corrected my typo.

:)

The Harmony Remote died on the weekend.
No amount of poking, prodding reseting or new batteries will bring it back to life.
The screen just says the same thing and glows at random moments.

This Forced us to dig the collection of remotes out of storage and return to "what..? Which...What button?!" method of controlling the various devices in the loungeroom.

!Not a problem!" says I "For payday is just around the corner!"
So I buy a new one. No problem - Get it home, Open it, and program it with the existing set up in about 3 minutes flat.

Works perfectly.

'Yay!' exclaims I.

For Laughs I decide to take the old one apart.
I take it apart, put it back together, and put the old batteries back in.
The TV turns off.
...
Confused I look at the remote.
The LCD display is now working again.
I hit a few buttons and lo and behold the bloody thing is working again.

Long story short -
I spent money I didn't need to and Now I have excess brand new hardware.

Anyone local in the market for a Logitech Harmony Universal 525 Remote ?
Im going to keep the new one for a week in case this is just electronic weirdness, but after that, if you feel like shelling out 100 bucks for it, Its yours.
These guys retail for $120 at JB, and it's quite literally brand new.
Barring some mangled packaging it has all the original bits and I can even provide the receipt.

Says my doctor.(*)

So, Due to the infection which has taken up residence in my throat, Im not allowed to kiss anyone.

So, you're all out of luck.

But holding hands is ok.
So, if you want to hold my hand, you'll have to get in line.
Annie will be done with me in 30 or 40 years or so.

In the meantime, Im going back to bed.




*Im serious. He really did say this.

Does anyone know anything about Cat Enclosures?

Does anyone on my friends list have one ? or several ?
I'll like to get Aleph and Ella out of the house a few days a week, and an enclosure seems just the thing.
However, I know *nothing* about them.
Apart from the fact that they appear to be *freaking expensive*

Anyone ?


EDIT : I just found this stuff;

http://www.catnets.com.au/cat-nets.html

Which looks to be almost perfect for what I need.
Considering that the house is on a sloping block, and we have this small side area of the house which is doing not much at all, I figure we can net it off, and leave the tiny hard to get into bathroom window open when we want to have the cats in and out.
That'll also save us having to punch a hole in a door or window and will make a minimal impact on the house itself.

Now, some years ago, when I went mad, I went to Liepzig for Wave Gothic Treffen.
Once there, and ensconced in a pub somewhere on a university campus (I think) I began to drink heavily and ran into, as you do, another Australian (who was currently over for the same Festival) from New York.

I thought nothing of it, until sometime later when we drunkenly started swapping stories and figured out that we knew each other from ACG.

*points to lore_oz*

Being an old man these days and not being able to travel more than 3 feet from the tartan rug I keep tucked around my poor legs on cold sunday afternoons (And dating a filthy raver), I'm not going to WGT this year, but lore_oz is.
He's asked me if anyone from Melbourne, or indeed from Australia are going this year.

If you are, I point you here here

Drinks on a Thursday evening, for all the expats attending WGT.
I very recommend, if you're in Leipzig at the time, dropping by to meet some of the other Aussies that are there or just some of the Aussies folk which are there from other places, plus a random assortment of other WGT goers.
Its a great way of breaking the ice, and prehaps finding someone to hang with for the festival if you're there by yourself.

Just tell them I sent you. :)

Woofer : Now Playing

Surprise girl lunch visit for the win.

Neef = many.
DNS = nothing

It is however Tuesday, and since I
a: put too much milk in my cereal this morning, resulting in a soggy mess instead of crisp and slightly milk flavoured summer berries, and
b: since my girl has the week off

*YOU* get the benefits of ...whatever it is I'm going to do.

( Aren't you lucky ? )

Thats about it for now.
I'm going to sit at work and bang my head against the mess that is DNS for a while. While Im not eager to do so, this will mean I don't have to take calls, or listen to the rest of the office for a while.

I made bread.
From scratch.
Its *awesome*

Fresh out of the oven, slathered in butter.

*nyom*

And now Im going to the movies.

Its come to this, after all these years.
I finished school like you told me.
I even tried to go through the fine tertiary education instutions offered in this country.
Twice.
When that failed, I went out and got a job.
Now, I am a bona fide IT professional with a wonderful girlfriend (of whom you approve), a fine house, a flat *and* a cat.
I can tie my own shoes, which I know for a fact you once despaired of me ever learning how to do, And I can honestly say that I *still* have all my own teeth and organs.
Another achievement that I know you doubted would one day come.

I hope you're proud of your only son.

Your only son who at this very moment is hammered on bourbon and cooking fish fingers in a wok.
A wok?
Yes. a Wok.

This is because Im too drunk to find the fucking frypan.


Love,
Niel Ivor Fulton (Your Son)

Well...time for my 3 monthly checkup.

Blood Pressure = Good.
Heart and Lungs = Good.
Which is a relief since the crippling pain I started getting on the left hand side of my chest and shoulder had me worried for a while.

Turns out was a few torn/strained intercostal muscles from coughing.
This, my doctor and I agree on, is something that needs to be watched however. My heart is quite happily sitting on 70 beats per minute, but theres a danger of it going a little skewiff sometime in the future.

Diagnosis ;
Living the good life, while making me happy, has also made me slightly fat and lazy.

I really should be getting back on the bike, but I need to work up to riding into work again.
Its a pain in the ass (literally) right now, and I keep thinking "meh..tomorrow"

Cigarettes have begun to taste like crap, so apart from my co-pilot duties which, among other things, has me lighting cigarettes for the intrepid and fearless Anelise while she drives through Melbourne's streets, I'm not smoking.
Go Figure.

Must start cooking more. Part of 'the good life' means eating out a lot.
Eat out a lot usually involves dinner at the Winchester Empress. (Its the same hand gesture, just turned 90 degrees.)

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I feel that I should be telling you something important.
I feel that I should be, in some grand fashion, illuminating your lives through the elucidation of profound and deeply meaningful content.

Alas, I cannot.

Instead, I shall tell you this ;

Today is the kind of day that talks to you.
It says ;

"Stay home, my friend. Stay home in front of the heater, with your hand-knitted socks, and your jumper that is 2 sizes too big"

Alas, I was not able to stay home today.
So I am settling for shuffling about the office in my socks. Its remarkably therapeutic in some fashion.

So there you have it.
Socks.
Socks my friends, never forget them, never take them for granted, and never,ever forget to wash them.

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