c and m

Seen on a pack of Stuyvesants a moment ago:

Don’t smoke near children

See the final selection of this and this, here.
Courtesy of here.

I want a cool keyring type thing for my work set of keys.
Size matters: it must be ickle.
And preferably awesome.
Possibly something that could be classified as a gadget.

Any ideas?

so, while i was washing my long, luscious, locks in the shower this morning, I looked at the shampoo bottle.
It said something like

5 times more shiny, 5 times more manageable, …

So I wondered what the scientific definition of manageable is.
What units do you measure it in? Maybe via frustration, which is measured in swears per minute.

Anyway, this lead me to do some googling and it turns out that there are two types of scientists that work for the hair companies and that they’re constantly at war with each other, vying for supremacy and public recognition of their skills.

• The struck-off-the-register bio-chemists.
  They mostly went through varsity on bursaries because they were all top of their classes, some even went on and got fifteen minutes of fame through their PhD’s.
  But, they got cocky and they got greedy. They started doing unlicensed experiments down dark alleys and they got caught.
  Now they are reduced to doing tests, in grubby second-hand lab coats, on the silkyness and shinyness of hair. They are unhappy.
• The beautician scientists
  After the hard graft of a course to qualify as a Nail Technician and three months hard service at salons around the suburb, they found their dream jobs testing hair.
  They practise pseudo-science that the management love¹ and that the bio-chemists hate².
  “Mary, does your hair feel stronger today?”
  “Um, yeah.”
  “How much stronger?”
  “Um, lots.”
  “Yeah, but how much lots?”
  “Um… five times”

And that’s how it happens.

1 - because they can’t back up their claims with data
2 - because they can’t back up their claims with data

damn, i’m being bitchy today.

moaning about builders.
going over someone’s head to the boss (to get them slapped down).
whining to the rep about the installer (even though i’ve already whinged at the installer).

who’s next, motherfuckers?
>:-|

Eh, where am i?
Dazed and confused.

Had a very busy day at work yesterday.
Got home, had a snack, packed stuff until 1.
Up at 7, packed until 10, then back here to Teh Shop.
Going to have another very busy day today.
Then “day off” to move on Friday.

My back hurts.
But not as much as parfait’s.
She has an actual injury.
Seeing chiropractor and physiotherapist to try and sort if out.

Typo in the title.
Should have read: “Welcome to Hell Week.”

Typo in the typo correction.
Should have read: “Welcome to Hell Week, motherfucker.”

This is going to be a bad week.

(Wait, have I gone Emo? Shit! Hit Publish and run, run, run!)

ho hum.

so, this week:
c and m got haXX0red, and I sort of fixed it¹;
my car got broked, and Peter fixed it².

ho hum.

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1. Twice!
Thanks muchly to the people who sent me a heads up via various electronic communiques.
Won’t bore you with the details, but suffice it say to say I wasn’t angry, I was disappointed.
Site may disappear again at random intervals if I haven’t plugged the right hole³.

2. Peter is the lovely chap who fixed my car after the [insert torrent of expletives here] bus drove into it last time⁴.
This time was a similar not-my-fault situation.
Got back from work to find front passenger side of car crumpled in (same spot as the bus hit!) and the bumper hanging off.
Luckily the City Improvement District guys saw it happen and got the twat’s name, license number, etc. and left a note on my windscreen to call them to get said info.
I’m going to try and get some money out of the company who drove into my car, but I’m not expecting any joy.

3. plugtherighthole.com your interwebnet guide for sex n00bs. must… not… buy…domain…

4. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Used the search term “fuck” to find the old post.
Do you know when the previous hit was? 4th May 2007.
Do you know when the current hit was? 5th May 2008.
What the fuck, man?
I’m staying off the streets early May next year…

also: 709568 is the new 7.

i like having fridge magnets.
hat tip to waynne for this magnificent creation.

[insert lengthy rant here about people obstructing me from doing my job, despite my job being to make their job easier]

Grr!