My Guardian Angel

So thanks to Dan, guess who I have watching over me now when I sleep?


Yes, it's none other than Dwight K Shrute, Assistant (to the) Regional Manager at Dunder Mifflin, Scrampton. Anyone reading this from back home, he's the equivalent to Gareth Keenan from the British version of The Office. But it's more appropriate to have Dwight in my bedroom as the American Office is all the rage here due to its awesometicity. It also looks funny and gives me a line at the bars where I can impress girls that I have a twenty-five square foot Schrute in my room. Punchy, no?

So now we have a theme in our apartment for big decorations - check out the Kim Jong Il image Dan created for the birthday party we held in his honour last Saturday.


Oh, I think we let the party kinda merge with Laura's celebrations as it was her birthday last week as well. But we all know who we really care the most about.

You should have been there - we had all kinds of frolics and games. Check out the 'pin the tail on the donkey' facility:


We had to call it 'pin the tail on the donkey' and not 'pin the tail on the ass' as people may have got confused between the two asses.

So thanks to Dan, for my fantastic present last night. And sympathies to him as well as he is currently on the phone to Hewlett Packard. Unfortunately, Dan's computer broke about 2 weeks ago (due to excessive gaming) and after hours of telling them it was broke, they decided he should send it in. This week, Hewlett Packard took up even more of his time (over an hour I believe) when they left a message to say they didn't know what was wrong. Finally the computer got sent back today, with everything still broken. So he has spent the last hour like this:


Seriously, he has been on hold all this time in between redirections. That's HEWLETT PACKARD everybody - boycott them. It's not funny anymore, I can't stand his whining, so please for the sake of your friends, do not buy Hewlett Packard products. Or Medion either, I still haven't forgiven them for screwing me over ever since I went with them four years ago. Four years and they haven't done one thing that hasn't pissed me off. Not good people.

Is she?

Seriously, what's up with Paula Abdul? Some people believe her to be cracked up or something and yeah, I think something's up. I mean, she's so trippy when doing the auditions and then misses the next day as she's 'ill.' Or under the table as Joni suggested.

But it all makes American Idol even more entertaining. I hadn't watched it in years and years and had forgotten how funny it can be. See I'm sick of all the reality TV shows back home but they don't have those American wackos on. And these people put Simon Cowell in the worst mood anyone with that much tan could be in. And that cracks me up more.

Ok, commercials are nearly over - gotta get back to the tele!

Keeping Lois Happy

Apparently only bots and Lois read this thing now seeing as I never have anything exciting to write about. But as Lois is so special (needs) I'll keep going.

Note to self - put something interesting here.

PS. Happy birthday Gareth.

Inspired Writing

So I had the fortune of receiving several Bond books for Christmas from my brother. And I have spent the last few weeks reading both Casino Royale and Goldfinger, great reads. However two quotes, one from each, stand out and make me admire Ian Fleming even more.

1. Bond on Vesper's kidnapping in Casino Royale:

"This was just what he'd been afraid of. These blithering women who thought they could do a man's work. Why the hell couldn't they stay at home and mind their pots and pans and stick to their frocks and gossip (the bit I love) and leave men's work to the men."

2. Pussy Galore explaining why she shows little emotion towards men in Goldfinger:

"I come from the South. You know the definition of a virgin down there? Well, it's a girl who can run faster than her brother."

Brilliant.