shitting shit it

shit.
so i call today to find out what the freak is going on with my accident claim from the 20th of February... and they tell me that they have sent out the cheque. No-one ever contacted me in the whole 2 months of this damn excercise.. which shits me. freaking RACV my arse.

So, it pains me muchly to say that this morning, on the way to work, some other fruit decided to do a u-turn across three lanes of traffic and pull in from of me. i swore, about a hundred times. i am so freakin mad and sick and tired of just about everything. i want to go away and never come back, almost. thank sweet f*** that i have a lovely wife and good friends who make it worthwhile.

shit.

iPodding Python

i just discovered that iPodder is written in python.
i code in python when i am at work.
i feel a real sense of kindred with this whole podcasting thing now..
i am gonna get me one, except, as you can teel from this blog, i really haven't got anything worth saying....

ad infinitum

"Dear Mr Gerschtman

Thank you for your application for the above position.

The standard ofapplicants for this position was extremely high, and unfortunately, you have been unsuccesfull in your application.

We wish you all the best in your future job search."

unconditionally yours

what a beautiful word. unconditional.
without condition. it just is.

the house we were hoping to purchase. we have been unconditionally approved to purchase it. it is ours, in three months.

i believe 'woot' is the appropriate exclamation.

on being sub-par

i was recently accused of being a sub-par friend. The poor sausage doesn't know the half of it. I am so far under par that i have also forgotten his email address, and have not memorised his phone number. In fact, I'm so sub-par that I'd give that TigerMan guy a bit of a fright.

music music everywhere

today i listened to My Morning Jacket in the car. yeah.
'the radio will play! the radio will play! the radio, the radio, the radio, the radio!'
so anywho.
i have been working on a song called '...and this is how it feels when everything i've done is wrong'
it has an A minor in it, and a C.....In fact, so far I have managed to include the whole gammut. Am Bm C D Em F and G. It needs words. and drums to roll it along. and, um, a stinging bassline

and so it goes.....

So it goes like this.....

I says : "bah.. i am too lazy to blog everything.. "
He says : "We only ask that you blog SOMETHING. "

So, here it is:

We bought a house. ooh yah...