So it's like this.


With only 5 working days left here, I'm really starting to wind down.


Sometimes to the point where people are occasionally poking me with sharp objects to see if I'm still awake.


I know most people enjoy a good poking (write your own material, I
can't be bothered), now and again, but why don't they just let me be?




We had morning tea this morning (what better time I hear you say), and
if truth be known, I was kind of expecting a "he's leaving" (or
possibly "the power of Christ compels you!", whilst flailing in my
direction with a bottle of holy water), speech from my boss.

But nothing. Nada. Zip.
Go figure.


Ah well, like they say, don't sweat the petty things....and....err....don't pet the sweaty things.
Or something like that.





Oh, I found this rather funny.

Buenos Nachos.



Our monthly poker soirée came and went in a blur of Jagermeister, chips
(both salt & vinegar and the plastic variety), Absolut vodka,
testosterone and over-enthusiastic betting.



Troy arrived late and left early, buoyed by a number of respectable
wins, a healthy amount of Jager and the self-confidence of a man twice
his size.



Benny too arrived fashionably behind schedule, but unfortunately did not fare as well
as his ex-104 playing partner. He was last seen taking his aggressions
out on unsuspecting motorists along the parkway.

Currently Channel 7 are attempting to contact him regarding inclusion
on their "World Records" show for the fastest land speed ever clocked
by a 1987 Ford Meteor.



SeaBass played his usual tight game, and only succumbed to adventurous
betting when boredom set in. He didn't, however, fare as well in the
tournament and was duly removed by Ben who made a ridiculously dodgy
two pair out of nothing.

Our heartfelt thoughts go out to Seb and his wallet.



Alabama initially played like a man possessed, however towards the end
of the evening he seemed to more resemble a man who had been
repossessed due to delinquent payments.

On the upside, Bama's side bets on the football, cricket, hockey, ice
skating, ballet and cockroach racing did in fact bring him out on top.



Rach was well ahead in the early stages, but then decided that she
couldn't lose and so took that opportunity to prove herself thoroughly
incorrect in that assumption.

She did regain some composure in the final tourney, but was removed by
Ben's barefaced luck (see above). Ben took this opportunity to offer a
sensual massage, but was politely refused.

It was later discovered he was actually talking to himself.



Yours truly started off like a one-eyed pirate with the patch over the
wrong eye (all my own material folks); at one stage having to borrow
twenty bucks off Troy to subsidise the fifty beans I'd already blown
through in the space of an hour.

This was, however, the low point in the afternoon as I recovered to not
only win back my original stake, return Troy his advance but also go on
to win the tournament.



There is a God. And his name is Gamblor.





And just to put this into perspective and make us all feel like we're
complete amateurs, Rhino went to Canberra Casino last night and took
out their poker jackpot.

But that's ok....he didn't win that much.

Only $100,000!!!!!!!

A hundred grand.



But you know what....it couldn't happen to a nicer bloke.



Good on you tiger, well deserved.

Well...I've just been informed that I single-handedly managed to
download over 12Gb of data this month. I reckon that's a damn good
effort.

They didn't seem too impressed when I asked if I'd won a free t-shirt though. :)



Oh well. Some people just don't have a sense of humour I guess.



Looking forward to having Sat. night off this weekend...maybe (yes, I said maybe!), I'm
getting old, but a night at home with a bottle of Red and a DVD seems
to be ever more attractive.





Oh, and a big shout out to all you Muppet Fans out there.

Sitting here eating a Krispy Kreme donut prompted me to wonder why
people go for those really complicated coffee orders in cafes.

"I'll have a double decaffeinated half-caf with a twist of lemon and soy froth thanks".

Is there any point in drinking something so diluted that it evades the
very reason you purchased the beverage in the first place?

Now bugger off and go buy a bottle of water.



Ok, I'm done with my tanty now.






(Oh, and if anyone says anything about me ordering Vanilla in mine, they're toast)





Things are looking up with Poker on this Sunday. This may give me a
chance to increase my monthly earnings by a modest percentage, although
if Troy were here, he'd probably argue that point.


But, on the down side, it may also give me a good excuse to redistribute my hard-earned beans to some close friends.

Ah, Texas Hold'em, the game of champions.



Also, from what I'm led to believe, common practice is to prelude a game of
champions with the breakfast of champions. Hence my decision to take the family to Milk & Honey on Sunday morning.

I highly recommend the coconut pancakes.

Someone should initiate a study to prove that mid-afternoon is the slowest part of the day.



Pop Quiz:

My boss is ignoring me because :



a). He hopes that I'll eventually crack and do something productive

b). Handing in my resignation 2 days ago now causes him to see me as nothing more than a coffee-imbibing usurper

c). His susceptibility to Jedi mind-control tricks is greater than I had presumed

d). His mind is completely occupied by the odd-looking woman that's just moved into the Big Brother house





Either my mind is playing tricks on me, or the second hand on the clock just ticked backwards.





Thought for the day ->

Light travels faster than sound, which is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.

I was late for work this morning, for no other valid reason that I
seriously couldn't be bothered getting out of bed. I know this sounds
like a pretty lame excuse, but part of the reason I didn't get up was
that I was lying there wondering how many other people in the world
were also lying in their beds looking at their alarm clocks and
repeating the mantra "just another five minutes".

Something tells me there's a distinct sense of irony there, but I can't be assed to try and fathom it right now.



Oh, and why is that people don't get out of bed on odd numbered times?
Why, if it's 3 minutes past 7 do they have to wait until 5 past before
they can get up?.

I think there's something in that for all of us.