Where’s the Cheese?
July 26, 1999
Having three hours of sleep is great fun. You do really dumb things like stumble outside to your car in the morning in a half-asleep stupor to drive to the train station, not realising your windscreen is completely covered in ice until you’ve driven halfway down the street.
There’s a certain chat site I use now and then that is a bit of a wierd chat room. You get decent people to chat to usually, but sometimes it’s over run by idiots. Eg:
Idiot guy on chat: Hi.
Me: Hi, how are you.
Idiot guy on chat: Good. How often do you wank?
Me: Excuse me??
Idiot guy on chat: Once I wanked 23 times in one day.
Me: You know, in some circles you would be classified as a ‘wanker’. Now piss off.
At my work, I do all the desktop publishing stuff on Microsoft Publisher. There was a guy who used to work at my work before I came along named Peter who used to do all his desktop publishing stuff on the software package Quark. Today at my work:
Ms Superiority (office bitch): You should learn Quark like what Peter did. You would be able to do heaps better stuff.
Me: Well, obviously I don’t have the technical expertise that Peter did.
Ms Superiority: He was so good at it, I reckon he might have wrote it. His name might have been Peter Quark, now I think about it.
Me: Hang on… was this Peter Russel-Quark?
