Hanna Barbera Y2K
Oooh, the hot weather’s starting again… I went down to the beach tonight after work with my new fellow partner in crime Ant, who’s from my work. We were going to go swimming but he didn’t like the ominous signs of all the jellyfish that had been washed up.
Now, walking along the beach and suddenly slipping over on what seems to be nothing can be a tad unsettling, but it’s even more unsettling when you realise you’ve just squished a jellyfish. Those buggers just explode when you step on them and they are slippery as hell. I predict the jellyfish will replace the banana peel in the cartoons of the new millenium.
I’ve been a bit sick all day, probably a belated hangover. Ant’s trying to scare me by saying I’ve got alcohol poisoning, but I don’t believe him. (My tummy does hurt though… ooooh…)
I also learnt a new term today: “See Through Person”. Apparently a piece of modern slang applied to older people whose skin you can see all the veins and bony bits through. *squirms in seat*
I saw on the news last night the highlights of some triathalon in Sydney, which was sponsered by St George Bank. Now picture this: you’ve beaten yourself up to pieces running, cycling, swimming etc for hours, you’re physically exhuasted, you just want to finish the goddamn race, and as you turn to run through the finish line, you see a person dressed up in a giant St George Bank Dragon costume prancing around you like a dickhead. I don’t know how the triatheletes manage to not punch the thing out.
I saw that Hungry Jacks Bushman’s Burger ad on TV today, and I’ve noticed something. Whenever somebody eats a hamburger in a Hungry Jacks ad, judging from the facial expressions they make, it looks like they’re receiving oral sex at the same time.
Earlier on tonight:
Me: Well, I just tested the VCR to record a show in 2000 and it seems ok, so I think it’s Y2K compliant.
My dad: I don’t think my heart is Y2K compliant.
It’s funny that I’m still recieving knockback letters from jobs I applied for over a month ago. I’ve kept all my letters and reckon I have enough to wallpaper my room with now. It’s interesting though, because every knockback letter you receive from an employment agency is some generic crappy photocopied thing with your name scribbled in pen at the top. But when you actually get a job, well, it’s a different story. They give you the special letter head. When I found out I got my job it came on a beautifully presented piece of stationary, complete with gold embossed logo and all the trimmings. There’s something strange about that.