Wednesday, January 19, 2005
crap on't net
this is hilarious. this site is matched in its crapness only by its absolute dullness.
i dont know how long this post will survive, but heres a link to a post i put on a bus spotting site:
holy christ what is wrong with people?
just in case they delete it, here it is:
i saw a bus the other day.
it was a b587c-j class with walnut burr paneling. marvellous machine.
it was going down the road.
amazing!!!
i was so excited i nearly had to change my colostomy bag.
i didnt get on it because it was going the wrong way. still, you cant have everything.
i am constantly amazed at what chat rooms there are on the net. heres a link to a poem i found about cheese. it is quite awesomely crap:
http://www.poemhunter.com/james-mcintyre/poems/poet-6599/page-1/
Monday, January 17, 2005
update
well holy crikeys.
its been ages since i last blogged.
whats happened since, err, well, i have turned down my old job, started my own business, borrowed money and am now nearly broke! hooray!
still, having your own bsuiness means paying much less tax, which i find nice and anarchical.
now then , now then...lets see....
well, chantal has moved in with me and has started her new job today. so, things are all good there with her and me.
having your own business isnt all that bad...i did 10 hours work last week and got paid more than i used to get paid in my proper job! ahhhh, would it be that all weeks were like that. we shall see.
get a corset on and do it up tight, as i nearly killed myself laughing upon reading this ode. it is, by all appearances, serious. i really do hope it is.
This is certainly up there with martin bloody smith from croydon and almost rivals vogon poetry....so without further ado, heres an interesting poem i discovered about canadian cheese:
Oxford Cheese Ode
The ancient poets ne'er did dream
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne'er imagined it could flow
In this cold land of ice and snow,
Where everything did solid freeze,
They ne'er hoped or looked for cheese.
A few years since our Oxford farms
Were nearly robbed of all their charms,
O'er cropped the weary land grew poor
And nearly barren as a moor,
But now the owners live at ease
Rejoicing in their crop of cheese.
And since they justly treat the soil,
Are well rewarded for their toil,
The land enriched by goodly cows,
Yie'ds plenty now to fill their mows,
Both wheat and barley, oats and peas
But still their greatest boast is cheese.
And you must careful fill your mows
With good provender for your cows,
And in the winter keep them warm,
Protect them safe all time from harm,
For cows do dearly love their ease,
Which doth insure best grade of cheese.
To us it is a glorious theme
To sing of milk and curds and cream,
Were it collected it could float
On its bosom, small steam boat,
Cows numerous as swarm of bees
Are milked in Oxford to make cheese.
the poets name is James McIntyre and he has many more poems, some of them also about cheese, here: pure cheese
oh, and dont miss this: ten ton cheese...this is f*kin hilarious
