clappamungus: (Lab Rats)
SoT # 8. Another short one - it was a slow news week.

Clicky.

Topics:

Scientists drill into a tectonic plate to investigate earthquake precursors;
Birds babysit for personal gain, aka Dawkins Love;
The old Aboriginal legends about how Port Philip Bay was formed might have some truth to them;
A single faulty protein may stop sperm from finding egg.

Got off night shift about 8 hours ago and am still farkarked. Bugger this, I'm going back to bed....
clappamungus: (Classic *head-desk*)
BRAIN FRY WHERE THE FAAAARK YOU GO BRAIN NEED YOU NOW FAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK
clappamungus: (Hug?)
Walking to the tea room to get a cuppa, one walks past the male toilets (helpfully marked with an "XY" on them. Yes, the female toilets have "XX" on them. So very clever...). As I was just doing that, I heard a weird buzzing sound. As it's quite late and there's no one around, I was a) naturally curious and b) for some reason, worried that it was the sound of a dying appliance or something. In hindsight, a bit dumb.

I barged in and saw... one of the guys who works here (whom I do not actually know by name or position) brushing his teeth with one of those electric toothbrushes. I sort of stood there awkwardly for a bit, before sort of blurting out "oh...erm...duh...sorry..thought-it-was-....heard something...heh" and then stumbled out.

Upon reflection, it could have been a lot worse. A LOT worse.

****

In other news, this might be old meme, but this video is pure comedy gold. Unintentional comedy gold (it gets a bit gory at the end).

"Yeah! SEE YA!" *scornful twitch of manly head*
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Operation: Get In Early is off to a flying start. This morning, the alarm went off at 6.45 am. I only pressed snooze once. I didn't manage to get out of the house before 7.30 am, but I did get to work at 8.30 am. I even managed to not fume at the morons who somehow obtained a license. No, I did not manage to avoid them: seems like it's a 'round the clock thing for Fucktards On Roads. Tomorrow I should try for even earlier time.

And yes, I know people that are reading this who get up earlier than this on a regular basis are probably incredulous. Shut up. I'm not used to these early-morning shenanigans.

Now that I'm here though...I should clean up my desk. It's an absolute mess. Empty packets of...well, I suppose you'd call it food. Paper everywhere. I don't even know what half of it is. I'm probably going to get pulled up by the Neat Police soon. So I should do something about it.

...

Nah. I'll just snooze for a while on the keyboard.

Ow.

Mar. 26th, 2009 12:55 pm
clappamungus: (Hug?)
This morning I drove over to the other side of Melbourne to get a skin test for the Q fever vaccine.

They did not tell me that this also entailed a blood test. I'm not too fond of them.

Oh, and while I was there, they gave me the 'flu vaccine too. Because they had extra.

All in my left arm. It feels like a pincushion.

Oh well. At least they're all free!

Next week's gonna be a pain, though. I have to be in the city to get the actual Q fever vaccine - assuming that I don't have a lasting reaction to the antigen they scraped into my arm.

All because I may have to visit an abbatoir. Damn dead livestock.

Anyway, I've had a rough morning. To compensate, I'm getting a souva with chips. Mmmm.
clappamungus: (Classic *head-desk*)
Why in the name of Satan's testicles on toast can't things just FUCKING WORK?????

Or, why can't things be intuitive?

I give up. I'm going to the pub.

*yawn*

Jan. 5th, 2009 02:36 pm
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Having lunch at the pub always seems like such a good idea at the time...now I'm sleepy as fuck. After a single pint. That's pretty poor form.

It doesn't help that I'm doing sequence analysis for no pay. Though if I'd actually done the work when I was being paid, I'd have more cause for complaint.

And in other news, I've figured out that I prefer Dani Filth's voice in modern times rather than at the beginning of Cradle of Filth's career. Jesus, he sounds worse than Chris Barnes here. And the cruddy production doesn't help.

EDIT The fuck? In this track, the sound-effect is (I'm assuming) supposed to be a creek or running water. But it sounds like me pissing into the bowl after a night on the turps.
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Today's been a bit of a write-off so far.

I took the day off so I could work on this review and take in my car for its complimentary service. Driving to Brighton through the city at 1.30 pm was about as fun as swallowing razor blades. I forgot that every fool and his canine companion come out and drive in the CBD at lunch time, most likely getting the canine companion to drive, judging by some of the driving performances I was subjected to. And again, after I'd cleared the CBD, they'd decided to close off two fucking lanes on Kingsway between the Yarra and Queens Parade, funneling everyone into the other lanes. I barely made it at 2 pm.

Well, I did make it, got Shiny inspected and washed. It is shiny again. At least until the next bird has a diarrhoea attack on it. Then made small talk with the nice girl who showed me back to the car (which I am no freaking good at, so I don't know why I even try), got in and drove back. The drive back was much more pleasant.

Anyway, the point of this post: I had Eva's computer with me so I could do some work in the dealership, and on the drive back, I put it on the front seat. Now, my new car has all these bells and whistles. It beeps at odd times, and most of the time I have no bloody idea what's going on. So, all of a sudden, over the loud strains of music, I hear this beeping, and I'm wondering, "Huh?" And then I see that the light warning that someone isn't wearing their seatbelt is flashing.

And I realise that the dumb fuck car has detected the weight of the computer in the front seat and thinks it's a person. NOT WEARING HIS/HER SEATBELT...OH NOEZ!

I'll never get used to these newfangled cars.

---

Meanwhile, I'm getting no bloody work done. I think I'll take Jezzy for a walk. It'll probably be more productive.
clappamungus: (Classic *head-desk*)
Dear THEMIS,

Get. Cunted.

No fucking love whatsoever, you overcomplicated, ridiculous piece of SHIT of a system,
Me.

(P.S. Oh, and please, PLEASE, someone start arguing with me that it's a "FREAKIN' AWESOME ACCOUNTING SYSTEM, DOOD", so I can have the pleasure of forcing you onto the ground and defecating into your eyes. Not thinking of anyone in particular here, no no no. Oh, wait, this particular tard doesn't read my LJ. Oh well.)
clappamungus: (Classic *head-desk*)
I HATE WRITING THESE FUCKING SOPs!!!!!!
clappamungus: (Drawn Together - Toot)
The top "news" stories from my friend, Yahoo!

OH NOES! THE LIL' GREEN MEN IN THEIR BIG BAD UFOS ARE COMING FOR ALL HUMANKIND!
I swear, there have to be alien lolcats out there (lolaliens?)

Apparently, when a famous bogan takes a drug in her teens, it's news. Uh huh.
Mercedes Corby, do us all a favour, and overdose. (Oh noes, did I say that out loud???)

Brendan Nelson forgets the past, when his government also handed down budgets that targeted "people they (didn't) like".
Geez, a budget where the rich are made to shell out a bit more is bad according to the Liberals? Well, fuck me dead! In my opinion, it doesn't really go far enough. As far as I have followed it, I think it's a fairly conservative and piss-weak budget, really. Certainly not "typical Labor", as that dumbarse Nelson puts it.

...

Ok, that had the opposite effect of cheering me up. Now I feel like going out and bashing a Young Liberal.

Instead, I'll go make up a toxic, corrosive lab reagent while I download some Kyuss and Motörhead.

EDIT Grr. Motörhead download timed out. Bloody Mediafire.

Ha. HAH!

Mar. 5th, 2008 09:28 am
clappamungus: (Stewie dance)
Take that, you bunch of arrogant wankers.

I must remember to go to the Herald-Sun forums and gloat to the mutants. It'll be fun.

And to add to the hilarity, monkey boy decided to take matters into his own hands. Or shoulders. Actually, if I had been Symonds I would have done something worse - like strangle the dumb fuck.

That got my day to a good start. Now to go talk to my new employer. And then teaching...

Hm. Maybe this day won't be so good after all.
clappamungus: (Lab Rats)
BACK FROM OS STOP LOOKING FOR EMPLOYMENT STOP IT IS PAINFUL STOP VERY VERY VERY PAINFUL STOP PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE STOP

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