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dyed-in-the-wool Mac evangelist, Linux evangelist, everything-but-Micro$oft evangelist
works in biomedical research
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dyed-in-the-wool Mac evangelist, Linux evangelist, everything-but-Micro$oft evangelist
works in biomedical research
plays in Bavaria
Recent front page messages:
Charles Dickens walks into a bar...
I've had this in my head all day. Had to get it out.
(Sat 18th Jan 2003, 22:04, More)
I've had this in my head all day. Had to get it out.
(Sat 18th Jan 2003, 22:04, More)
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» That's when I knew it was over...
Disaster the next:
Quite a long time after Disaster 1 (see below): when she stopped saying "I love you" altogether, and didn't ring me up or come by or return e-mails with the usual and customary frequency. No warning, no indications that things were headed pear-shaped.
Not only that, she started disliking my dog, which she had previously adored.
The moment I knew it was over was when I met her at the pub one evening (incidentally, not by prior arrangement) and she shrugged, said Hello and went back to talking with one of her mates from work. Hellooo-oooo! Did I even exist anymore? Probably not in her eyes. It was OVER at that moment.
The death knell was a month later, I was chatting someone up at the pub and SHE walked right by the table, leaned over to the lass I was speaking with and said, loudly enough for me to hear, "You could do a lot better than him." (Who asked her, anyway?)
Grrr. London isn't big enough for the two of us.
(Fri 22nd Jul 2005, 20:07, More)
Disaster the next:
Quite a long time after Disaster 1 (see below): when she stopped saying "I love you" altogether, and didn't ring me up or come by or return e-mails with the usual and customary frequency. No warning, no indications that things were headed pear-shaped.
Not only that, she started disliking my dog, which she had previously adored.
The moment I knew it was over was when I met her at the pub one evening (incidentally, not by prior arrangement) and she shrugged, said Hello and went back to talking with one of her mates from work. Hellooo-oooo! Did I even exist anymore? Probably not in her eyes. It was OVER at that moment.
The death knell was a month later, I was chatting someone up at the pub and SHE walked right by the table, leaned over to the lass I was speaking with and said, loudly enough for me to hear, "You could do a lot better than him." (Who asked her, anyway?)
Grrr. London isn't big enough for the two of us.
(Fri 22nd Jul 2005, 20:07, More)
» Walkman Flashbacks
Boys of Summer by Don Henley
...this song always brings me back to the early '90s and a relationship that had me headed toward redundancy. In the end, I got dumped for some other bloke, at the end of the summer of 1993. To this date, this song still has powerfully negative imagery in my head and I switch it off the instant I hear it.
Likewise, "Touch" by Wolfsheim has powerfully negative impact as well, it being the relic of a relationship that went FABULOUSLY bad. However, this is a really neat song and I really like it, so I am trying valiantly to reclaim it from the wreckage of that particular association.
(Thu 24th Mar 2005, 17:25, More)
Boys of Summer by Don Henley
...this song always brings me back to the early '90s and a relationship that had me headed toward redundancy. In the end, I got dumped for some other bloke, at the end of the summer of 1993. To this date, this song still has powerfully negative imagery in my head and I switch it off the instant I hear it.
Likewise, "Touch" by Wolfsheim has powerfully negative impact as well, it being the relic of a relationship that went FABULOUSLY bad. However, this is a really neat song and I really like it, so I am trying valiantly to reclaim it from the wreckage of that particular association.
(Thu 24th Mar 2005, 17:25, More)
» My Worst Vomit
Someone else's vomit...
This mate of ours, a guy named Ila (from somewhere in Eastern Europe, a Slavic state of some sort), a.k.a. SickMan, was just intensely depraved. He's an absolute nutter. Well, there was the time we all were drinking heavily, and he knew he was going to vomit, so he put on a cup of pot noodle ramen-like thingies and gulped them down without even chewing them. Surely enough he vommed it all up and it was a hidous mess, but he also had a dozen or so noodles hanging out of his nostrils. He was very pleased by this, and asked his girlfriend Jill to take a snapshot.
Someone still has that polaroid of SickMan with a bunch of spaghetti noodles hanging out his nose. Hilariously funny but very very sick.
(Wed 25th Aug 2004, 19:30, More)
Someone else's vomit...
This mate of ours, a guy named Ila (from somewhere in Eastern Europe, a Slavic state of some sort), a.k.a. SickMan, was just intensely depraved. He's an absolute nutter. Well, there was the time we all were drinking heavily, and he knew he was going to vomit, so he put on a cup of pot noodle ramen-like thingies and gulped them down without even chewing them. Surely enough he vommed it all up and it was a hidous mess, but he also had a dozen or so noodles hanging out of his nostrils. He was very pleased by this, and asked his girlfriend Jill to take a snapshot.
Someone still has that polaroid of SickMan with a bunch of spaghetti noodles hanging out his nose. Hilariously funny but very very sick.
(Wed 25th Aug 2004, 19:30, More)
» Slang Survey
Meat Waffle
(n.) a road-killed animal with the tyre tread pattern visible in the fur/flesh patty.
(Tue 3rd Feb 2004, 17:40, More)
Meat Waffle
(n.) a road-killed animal with the tyre tread pattern visible in the fur/flesh patty.
(Tue 3rd Feb 2004, 17:40, More)
» Little things that turn you on
on!
For some reason, I'm drawn to rail-thin flat-chested runner types, the sort that run marathons every month for a lark. There's one such lass in the local Hash House Harriers club I run with regularly, and OmG is she hot.
(Fri 18th Feb 2005, 13:50, More)
on!
For some reason, I'm drawn to rail-thin flat-chested runner types, the sort that run marathons every month for a lark. There's one such lass in the local Hash House Harriers club I run with regularly, and OmG is she hot.
(Fri 18th Feb 2005, 13:50, More)