Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Idiosyncrasy, Shmidiosyncrasy

So I've been tagged to write something or other about my idiosyncrasies.

Personally (and before you ask - yes, I do have to be difficult) I think this is impossible to write, as my behaviour doesn't seem idiosyncratic to me; only to others. Therefore, since none of my behaviour seems peculiar to me, shouldn't someone else be writing this?

And that's my long-winded way of saying I have no idea what to write about this. I guess maybe my megalomania might be considered odd. But otherwise, I'm at a loss. Which also means I'm not going to tag anyone else for this meme. Sorry to be such a poophead.

Wait, no I'm not.

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Monday, October 24, 2005

*%&@$#%@%#$*!

Quitting smoking sucks.

That is all.

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Thursday, October 06, 2005

Rob and I were discussing Hurricane Katrina, politicians and blame, and I commented how much I would adore a weather-making machine. You know, to aid my quest for world domination and all. As I'm salivating at the thought, Rob says, "If dozens of hurricanes and tornadoes suddenly descend upon New York, I'll know who to blame." (This is because he knows I'm not a huge fan of NYC - I think it's the west coast mentality in me... Although my brother loves it there and I believe currently still lives there... or possibly New Jersey. Who knows.)

Anyway. I replied, "I don't think New York would be my first target, actually."

When he asked me what my first target would be, I drew a blank. He laughed and said, "Your problem is you hate everyone. What about the Welsh?"

Well, I don't have anything specific against the Welsh and said so, and besides, they're handy for sheep-shagging jokes. He feels that I could still make Welsh/sheep jokes if I left a few alive - but the way I see it, if I leave a few alive the whole world would feel sorry for them and would vilify me, which would never do. You either wipe out the whole lot of them or none at all. And since I'm sure they keep their sheep very happy, I decided to pass on the Welsh. Besides, you can't make jokes about an extinct people - that'd be like making jokes about ancient Egyptians now. 'Cleopatra, Tutankhamen and an asp walk into a bar...' See? It just doesn't work.

But now I can't stop thinking about what area I would unleash my weather-making machine on first. It's a real conundrum. I'll keep you posted on my final decision.

Note: Pie's Weather Machine patent pending.

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