A bit of Fry and Laurie.

Was doing some random youtube searching last night, and I stumbled upon some clips from that great British skit show, A bit of Fry and Laurie.







Dat's sum fune shit dere, ya'll.

Like, oh my Gawd. Eww factor +10,000!!!

Dude. I totally chundered everywhere last night. Naturally I was none too happy when I was forced to part with my papadums and grog during the wee hours of morning. I was even less happy when I had to sleep on the cold floor due to the fact that my mattress stunk so bad it made me want to hurl all over again. I was also rather pissed that I had to wake my tired ass up and have a shower due to the fact that I was completely covered in my own stomach contents. Oh, and while I'm bitching, I'll also add that I'm majorly pissed off that my dog didn't clean it up! She vomits in my car all the time, I clean up after her. You'd have thought she'd return the favour. Damn dog.

So now I don't feel well, and because Chikory just does not get sick, I'm playing the blame game. (Ignore the bad grammar there. It sounded cooler that way. So deal with it!)
At first I thought it was a friend of mine named Sandra. She'd complained that she wasn't feeling very well. But that was probably because she broke her foot and they doped her up on pain killers, making her think she was invincible. So naturally she did a heap of shit, fell and smacked her head on the sink. Note to anyone out there armed with crutches: Crutches and puddles do not mix.

Then I remembered my sister's kid was ill. Kids are like miniature germ factories. She had snot all over the place. So I'm all like, yup, it had to be her.

HOWEVER! I recalled a recent post by Hambo. He's to blame! I realise he's miles away, but he's so damn leet I'm sure he has ways of passing on his various illnesses throughout cyberspace.
Not.Happy.Hambo!



On to other news. I had a job interview today. Well, it was actually yesterday. I didn't want it, and they'd scheduled it for 8:30am. So not wanting to get up early, I just didn't turn up. But the bastards rang looking for me. So a whole story evolved. Mum answered the phone and made herself sound like she was in a rush, "Oh, I'm just going to go and get her. Her car's broken down!"
They bought it. Suckers.
So I wait about an hour, ring them back with the whole story about how I got a flat tyre and my phone is such a piece of shit that it died on me, and they told me to get my ass down there on Friday at 12pm.
Well 12pm suited me just fine, but I still didn't want the job so I decided to go in and botch it up.
It's a reception position in an accounting office.
First off it's a boring job.
Second, the people in there look like a bunch of creeps.
and third, they're void of any personality. All they do is sit in silence and work. Like, hello! You have voice boxes people. Can't you talk and work at the same time?
Idiots.

So I painted myself as an A grade mental case, and I hope that that'll be it.

What's the bet I get the job, eh? I seriously wouldn't be surprised.

What's new up on the mount?

Just a bit of an update of sorts, because I'm sure that blank post I bunged up yesterday just doesn't cut it. While a picture speaks a thousands words, a blank post just says nothing.

Anywhozel...
To start off with I had 2 job interviews. The first was as an admin assistant in a law firm. I started off really wanting the job, but as time progressed and I was called in for my second interview, I kind of didn't want it anymore. It's not that I don't want to work, because I do. It's the fact that I HAVE to go out into public everyday. I don't like people, I don't like dealing with them unless I have to. And when I say have to, I mean on my own accord, and when I've run out of bog roll or something and am left with absolutely no choice what so ever.
But the position was knocked down from a group of 20, to a group of 7, and then it boiled down to 2 people; one of them was me.

Fortunately I didn't get it. The lady said I missed out by a hair, but I wasn't too bothered anyway.

Then out of the blue I get a call from a boarding kennel that I had sent my resume to at the start of the year. They got me in for an interview, and I have a trial with them next Wednesday. It should totally be fun. It's a casual position, and I get to spend 98% of my time hanging out with animals. Now how much cooler does that get?


Next off I actually got to spend time with my sister, dubbed "The Evil One". I'd asked her to go places with me and she'd kept giving me bum excuses. So I finally decided to give up, sent her one message that more or less said I'm not going to bother trying after this, and she said yes. So off we went to the plaza.
She's totally changed, as her husband is a royal bastard and he brain washed her so now she's like a clone of him. But come the afternoon she started to act a little more like the sister I once knew.

The best part of our shopping expedition was that I found something I've been looking for for a long time. In Big W, I totally scored me a copy of The Greatest American Hero. I was stoked, and couldn't contain my excitement. I love that show! It's pretty shit when you concentrate on the graphics, but I still love it. They should definitely think about re-doing that series. It would kick ass if they did.

Hmm... So. What else is there? Nothing. That's what's new up on the mount.

Emo made me emo.

Just freakin' typical! Emo, the cute little critter that would get real pissy when you put her back in her cage, died! She died on me! She didn't plan it, and I'm sure if she had the choice she would've passed up such an opportunity. But it doesn't change the fact that I am down a mouse, and she was the greatest little buddy I'd ever had. Okay, one of the greatest buddies. Pop Corn, my hamster, was a legend; a grumpy bastard, but a legend none the less.

Rest in peace, Emo. I only knew you for 3 days, but you'll be missed for a life time.

...Sigh

Life is such a bitch. But so am I.

Another day another animal... Or 2.

Most people go on a shopping spree when they're feeling low. I feel low 98% of the time, so I guess I'd be shopping pretty much 24/7 if I were to join that crowd. But when I get real low, like so low I want to walk out into on-coming traffic, I do random things.

Yesterday, I bought 2 mice.

My sister announced that some member of her bogan husband's family died, so she'd be making a special guest appearance down here. She notified me, telling me what time her train was getting in, and I contemplated showing up.
She rang me a few hours before she got on the train, and I told her I'd see her there. No other family member had a desire to go. So all she got was me.

Now if you've been reading my crap from the start, you'd know I don't particularly get along with my sister, mainly because her husband is a total asswipe and tends to control her like a puppet on a string. But that aside, I went along anyway.

Their train broke down, so they had to get the bus. She said sms'd me to tell me that she'd be in at 8am instead of 7:30am. Then again to tell me that it'd be 9ish. So 9am rolls around and I see Mr fugly in the crowd. I stood off to the side and waited, forcing her to come over to me. She did, and I met my niece for the first time (she's 1 and a half).

We had a few words, surprisingly we didn't end up in a screaming/beating match, and we both went on our "merry" way.

I was due to go into Mission Employment for my weekly half hour of life wasting, but I just couldn't handle those morons. I knew they'd want to lecture me over yesterday's "job interview". (Long story short - They forced me to go to an interview with a telemarketing company. I don't want to do that, I disagree with it 100%. So I went in, waited, and 5 minutes after my interview was scheduled to start I walked out.)

Anywho, I got in my little car and headed down to Brisbo to see Mel. She wasn't home when I got there, so she sent me to the shops for an hour. It's there that I saw the pet shop, and it's there that I randomly decided to buy 2 mice.

Emo, and Bauer. They're both girls. Emo is a very dark brown sulky nervous little thing, but she's very friendly all the same. She loves the warmth, doesn't like large crowds of mice, and appears to have been the runt of the litter.
Bauer is a grey mouse, and they both have brown eyes, because red eyed rodents are just plain creepy! Bauer is slightly bigger than Emo, but she earned her name more or less straight away. When the lady pulled her out of the cage, she jumped off her, on to me, back on to her, and then down onto the floor and made a break for it. I caught her, and in the midst of season 5 of 24, decided to name her Jack Bauer (Bauer for short). I know it's a guy's name, but I think Bauer is a pussy anyway. In fact even now, Bauer is still trying to find a way out of her cage.

Here are some pictures of Emo. Bauer likes the little hamster ball (I gave them my hamster's equipment. Damn I miss my little Pop Corn).





Ya know something? I can't be buggered fixing this big ass gap right now.



Nearly there now.




Almost.




You're getting close.








Here they are...

So damn retro.

It's kinda sad when you go to youtube and look up tv shows from when you were a kid and find them branded "retro junk". They are by far not junk, but the fact that you're so damn old now that your favourite cartoons and kids' shows are now making their way to a freakin' museum really bites.

Last night I had a hella wacky dream. I'll spare you most of the details, and just mention that the show "Lamb Chop's" was in it. Dude, how cool is that song?
"This is the song that doesn't end, yes it goes on and on my friends. Some people, started singing it not know what it was, and they'll continue singing it forever just because. This is the song that doesn't end..."
Yeah, you get my drift.

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Got a couple of movie reviews for you. Cheap Tuesday sent me in to blockbuster to grab a few Kiefer Sutherland movies. I decided to have a Jack Bauer fest, and you know something? The 3 movies I got weren't all that bad.

The first one was Flatliners. I know that I probably should've seen that one already by now, but I didn't. So kiss my ass. I liked it. It said "horror" on the front, but I found it amusing; especially the fact that Kiefer got the shit beaten out of him by an 8 year-old, which in the end turned out to be himself doing the not-so-random random bashings. Funny, dudes, fun-e!

So the suck rating for that one is a whopping 4 out of 5. (That's good by the way)

Next was Flashback. It was in the new release section, even though it was filmed in the late 80's. I guess they only just brought it out on DVD so it was bunged in that part of the store. Actually it was rather amusing. I spent 10 fucken minutes searching for that bastard film, finally gave up and turned to peruse another section only to find it staring me in the face. Son of a bitch. But that's Jack for ya, he can be such an asswipe when he wants to be.

Flashback totally owned. It's a comedy, and it involves drugs, booze, hippies, FBI agents gone wild, and of course, fugitives.
Suck rating for that one is 4 ½ out of 5, naturally.

Last but not least is a film called Dead Heat. It has that fat guy from Without a Trace. Ya know, the Aussie guy who thinks yelling will make his accent sound more convincing? Anyway, if you thought he couldn't sound any worse, watch this film because it's the worst attempt at an American accent I've ever heard in my whole damn life.
As for that dude's acting, it was pretty good. There was a horse in it, which Kiefer's character adores. He's a full blown horse man and he goes to see this 6 and a half year-old horse which is for sale. He looks at the horse and says, "He's so shiny." I find that amusing even if you don't.
Suck rating - 4 out of 5.

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Now on a totally different track all together, I found this book whilst doing a random google search. I'm actually tempted to go in search of this particular book just to find out what is so upsetting about Alec Baldwin not loving him.