Been a little bit busy...

...but that's always going to happen when your deadline for a very large project - due to unforeseen circumstances - suddenly collides with a house move.

It got to the point where I was thinking, 'Please don't let anything else turn up on the horizon that needs to be crowbarred into this week, cause there's Just. No. More.Room.' It was one of those weeks where the sleeping real estate got sold to make room for Things That Had To Be Done.

Anyhou...done now and I can just smell the holiday on the horizon.

However, if Little-Miss-Try-To-Please-Everyone keeps saying 'yes' to projects, that holiday is going to become about as elusive as the unicorn I want for Xmas.

My Office Today...

..was really quite fun....

Sorry, that looks very skitey-pants.

I hate people like me.

Just Another Day at the Office.

'Could you go to insertnameofbigcountryinAsia... tomorrow?'

'Ummm.....yes...?'

Problems - Solutions.

Need motivation to go through all those piles of previous years' junk in the garage? 

Easy. 

Flood it.

Terry the Bi Bilpolar Polar Bear

This is made by a guy I used to work with.

Ten bucks says you laugh out at the end.

Do you owe me ten dollars?

And it's a 'no' from Little Miss Yippety Yap.

A restaurant in New York has just opened up that specialises in...

...wait for it...

*whispers*

...silent dining.

Yup, you go along and enjoy your meal...without saying a word to your dining companions.

I am sorry, but that's my idea of hell. 

Crikey, a dinner party there would be a riot.

Even worse, imagine being invited to that dinner party? It really would say a lot about what your hosts thought of you. 

'How were the Browns?'

'Well, George looked like he chewed on the steak and Mary couldn't get through her duck -  took home a doggie back. Apart from that, couldn't tell you. They looked well enough, though.'

Apparently the chef was inspired after a trip to India after he saw Buddhist monks eat their meals in silence. 

But what I want to know - were those monks smiling?

In simpler times...when you could see if things were broken....

I have been working on a project that involves sending large files across large stretches of water and different time zones.

Today we received some graphics through that interweb tunnel-thing that just refused to work for us. Which isn't entirely ideal as we've got our noses pressed up against a deadline.

Anyhou, it was no one's fault, just came down to technology.

I sent an email this morning, 'If only corrupt files could be fixed with gaffer tape.'

Which is the same sentiment that a friend said recently, 'You know you've moved into a new age when your car needs at IT guy to fix it and not a mechanic.'

Crikey, listen to me, soon I will be saying, 'In the olden days I used to share my gumboots with my brother and hop to school.'