Random musings
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I find, from time-to-time, that my mind will go off on some strange meanderings based on some seemingly innocuous trigger. On Saturday morning, as I was getting up, my wife came into the bedroom carrying a laundry basket and said "I have some underwear and clothes here if you're short", and so off it goes:
- Is underwear not a subclass of clothes?
- What has my height got to do with it?
- The state of not being short is undefined, but is it that, if I'm not short
- She does not have underwear and clothes?
- She still has them, but I'm not going to be allowed them
- She has only underwear or clothes
All is well as:
- I'm a tad below average height which probably means I'm short
- I wasn't short of clothes or underwear, so it didn't matter
A little later we're on a 45 minute drive (I'm driving) and she asks me this bizarre question "Are you tired because if you aren't I'm going to sleep?" What was her logic:
- She's tired but it would be unfair of her to sleep when I can't?
- She needs to stay awake so that if I drop off she can grab the steering wheel?
- She's too terrified of going to sleep as she knows we're going to crash and die?
- She actually meant to say "I'm tired, so I'm going to sleep"?
In the event, she went to sleep and her snoring kept me awake, so all ended well.
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
You oviously need a job where you have to work on Saturdays, to take some of that excessive time off your hands.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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You oviously need a job where you have to work on Saturdays, to take some of that excessive time off your hands.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
Mark, Things are ramping down here. I retire in 12 weeks and I'm pretty much keeping the seat warm until then! :)
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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Mark, Things are ramping down here. I retire in 12 weeks and I'm pretty much keeping the seat warm until then! :)
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
Lemme make a note of that. 12... weeks... until... Phil... goes... completely... daft. OK. What were we talking about?
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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Lemme make a note of that. 12... weeks... until... Phil... goes... completely... daft. OK. What were we talking about?
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
You missed that boat, mate, it happened years ago!
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.