... the IT man in LibraryLand
This Saturday past Salsa Girl, Hulk and oneself returned to one's old primary school, Viewbank Primary, for it's 50th anniversary celebrations.
Of course we first visited BestFriendSincePrep to see his new house which is located quite nearby - and by new house I refer to the one he has been in for nigh on three years without having us over.
Eventually we made our way up to the school and explored the grounds to see what had changed - and the large amount that was the same. We also had rather a futile attempt to locate any old class mates in the throng, which proves that any occasional bouts of laziness one may exhibit are generational in nature.
We did run into Handy Dad revisiting his school committee days, Freeloading Mum, Legion 4, and numerous members of the BestFriendSincePrep clan.
Hulk enjoyed herself exploring many things and even the obligatory trip to the library was made - although one was sorely disappointed to find the reading mezzanine space was now given over to several dozen computers.
All in all a good day spent marvelling at how much things have shrunk since the late seventies.
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The Double Feature
So a passel of events full of exciting happenings have occurred in the past month. However one has been too bazy (noun: to be simultaneously busy and lazy) to document them so those wondrous potential posts shall be forever lost to the sands of bazyness.
Instead I shall post forthwith about my Friday last wherein one attended not one but two picture show theatres - and most likely completed one's yearly quota for release time viewing.
Picture the first was an afternoon group bonding exercise organised by Supervisor Grand Chief K, and attended by the rest of one's supervisory coterie: Supervisor S, Big J, Lord of the Small Fries, and Alltogether Heather. The entertainment in question was Brooklyn. Twas a charming tale of Irish immigration to the USA and love against the odds and may have caused some welling up due to it's beautifully shot visuals and not at all for any emotional reasons, no way.
Afterwards there was a group discussion of the film over a drink and some snacks.
Picture the second was in the evening and was the similarly themed Deadpool. Organised against all odds by The Fungi Lady, and attended by a cast of near thousands (if one rounds up aggressively) including Duff, Amoeba, Doom, Non-Gamin' Megan, and Twin Trouble. This one was a charming tale of a possibly Irish immigrant in the USA fighting a battle for love against the odds. It too may have caused some welling up and outbursts due to it's beautifully constructed crude absurdities.
Afterwards there was a group discussion of the film over pancakes.
In conclusion, despite their broad surface similarities, you should find them both to be good in their own ways.
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Instead I shall post forthwith about my Friday last wherein one attended not one but two picture show theatres - and most likely completed one's yearly quota for release time viewing.
Picture the first was an afternoon group bonding exercise organised by Supervisor Grand Chief K, and attended by the rest of one's supervisory coterie: Supervisor S, Big J, Lord of the Small Fries, and Alltogether Heather. The entertainment in question was Brooklyn. Twas a charming tale of Irish immigration to the USA and love against the odds and may have caused some welling up due to it's beautifully shot visuals and not at all for any emotional reasons, no way.
Afterwards there was a group discussion of the film over a drink and some snacks.
Picture the second was in the evening and was the similarly themed Deadpool. Organised against all odds by The Fungi Lady, and attended by a cast of near thousands (if one rounds up aggressively) including Duff, Amoeba, Doom, Non-Gamin' Megan, and Twin Trouble. This one was a charming tale of a possibly Irish immigrant in the USA fighting a battle for love against the odds. It too may have caused some welling up and outbursts due to it's beautifully constructed crude absurdities.
Afterwards there was a group discussion of the film over pancakes.
In conclusion, despite their broad surface similarities, you should find them both to be good in their own ways.
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That guy on the train
So one's acquaintance Freewheeling Bill was commuting the other day when he became aware of some nearby discussion.
Piecing the various snippets together he realized that some poor fellow had neglected to zip up that morning and the women seated in front of him was having difficulty not noticing.
Glancing about Bill was unable to ascertain the fellows whereabouts- until he glanced down and realised that he himself was "That guy on the train".
Bill was incredibly surprised that it could be him - as he rarely remembers to even wear pants these days...
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Piecing the various snippets together he realized that some poor fellow had neglected to zip up that morning and the women seated in front of him was having difficulty not noticing.
Glancing about Bill was unable to ascertain the fellows whereabouts- until he glanced down and realised that he himself was "That guy on the train".
Bill was incredibly surprised that it could be him - as he rarely remembers to even wear pants these days...
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New Year, New Start
Now that the holidays are over its time for one to unleash the full extent of one's work ethic.
Henceforth I shall be:
- posting on this new regular schedule
- applying myself nose to the grindstone to the many outstanding work projects on my various burners - back and further back
- keeping to a regular exercise regime commenced with a hearty session this very morn
I know it will be hard to keep to this commitment until my next set of holidays but I'm confident I can stick to it until they begin on Friday afternoon.
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