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Happy birthday to me!
May. 1st, 2003 02:45 pmI am 32 today! Thanks for the birthday greetings, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
purplerabbits, adjectivemarcus, spikeylady, conflux, softfruit, wechsler, dennyd, daiisycake gemoon, nik_strychnine, ergotia, lilithmagna, and nisaba!
I had planned on leaving London today, but that would have me arriving just in time to be hiding insibelian's room avoiding Buffy episodes whose predecessors I haven't seen yet, so I shall leave early tomorrow and arrive in the early afternoon. Sorry to everyone who sent presents, I know they're waiting for me in Edinburgh!
It looks like I'm staying with my current work after all at least for now - we've worked out an arrangement. So that's one fewer thing to worry about right now.
I take it everyone heard about the US firing on protesters in Falluja, Iraq, killing 13? I meant to post this when it was new, but better late than never in case anyone missed it.
I have apparently been banished to the Sixth Level of Hell. ( Read more... )
Probably I was sent to Hell for telling this joke, which I promised last Friday. As I said, it's another meandering story which ends in a stupid pun; worse, you probably need to be from the UK and at least my age to get it. Oh, and it's so old it has hair on it.
Gervais is head chef at an out-of-town seafood restaurant. It's one of these places where the gimmick is that the customers get to choose what they'd like cooked from a large glass tank in the front of the restaurant. Life expectancy for the creatures in the tank is not high - unless that creature is our hero, Boris the Squid. For one thing, Boris doesn't look terrifically appetising, more like a cartoon creature than a real animal - bright green, with big eyes and hair growths that look disturbingly like a moustache and beard. So no-one picked him for a long time, and once he'd been nicknamed the staff grew fond of him (if it was a him - not many people can sex a squid). He received official protection from ever being chosen the day a regular customer chose him after seeing him in the tank time after time.
The waiter sighed, but scooped him out of the water and handed him to the head chef. Gervais looked down at Boris, said "I'll be sad to see you gone", and raised his big knife. But Boris looked right back at him with his big, soulful eyes, and seemed almost to whimper. At that, his heart gave out - he could not do it to the creature he'd known for so long. So he called over to the boy washing pots and pans nearby. "Hans", he said, "slice this squid finely for me, will you? I know it's not your normal job but I'd appreciate it". So the boy took the chef's big knife and raised it high above Boris's head. At that, Boris drew back, and though it surely wasn't possible it seemed as if a tear sprang from one eye and ran into Boris's beard. Hans realised at that moment that he couldn't kill it either, and a declaration was made that the customer would simply have to choose another animal; Boris would live on in that same tank until his natural end.
( Which only goes to show... )
purplerabbits, adjectivemarcus, spikeylady, conflux, softfruit, wechsler, dennyd, daiisycake gemoon, nik_strychnine, ergotia, lilithmagna, and nisaba!I had planned on leaving London today, but that would have me arriving just in time to be hiding in
sibelian's room avoiding Buffy episodes whose predecessors I haven't seen yet, so I shall leave early tomorrow and arrive in the early afternoon. Sorry to everyone who sent presents, I know they're waiting for me in Edinburgh!It looks like I'm staying with my current work after all at least for now - we've worked out an arrangement. So that's one fewer thing to worry about right now.
I take it everyone heard about the US firing on protesters in Falluja, Iraq, killing 13? I meant to post this when it was new, but better late than never in case anyone missed it.
I have apparently been banished to the Sixth Level of Hell. ( Read more... )
Probably I was sent to Hell for telling this joke, which I promised last Friday. As I said, it's another meandering story which ends in a stupid pun; worse, you probably need to be from the UK and at least my age to get it. Oh, and it's so old it has hair on it.
Gervais is head chef at an out-of-town seafood restaurant. It's one of these places where the gimmick is that the customers get to choose what they'd like cooked from a large glass tank in the front of the restaurant. Life expectancy for the creatures in the tank is not high - unless that creature is our hero, Boris the Squid. For one thing, Boris doesn't look terrifically appetising, more like a cartoon creature than a real animal - bright green, with big eyes and hair growths that look disturbingly like a moustache and beard. So no-one picked him for a long time, and once he'd been nicknamed the staff grew fond of him (if it was a him - not many people can sex a squid). He received official protection from ever being chosen the day a regular customer chose him after seeing him in the tank time after time.
The waiter sighed, but scooped him out of the water and handed him to the head chef. Gervais looked down at Boris, said "I'll be sad to see you gone", and raised his big knife. But Boris looked right back at him with his big, soulful eyes, and seemed almost to whimper. At that, his heart gave out - he could not do it to the creature he'd known for so long. So he called over to the boy washing pots and pans nearby. "Hans", he said, "slice this squid finely for me, will you? I know it's not your normal job but I'd appreciate it". So the boy took the chef's big knife and raised it high above Boris's head. At that, Boris drew back, and though it surely wasn't possible it seemed as if a tear sprang from one eye and ran into Boris's beard. Hans realised at that moment that he couldn't kill it either, and a declaration was made that the customer would simply have to choose another animal; Boris would live on in that same tank until his natural end.
( Which only goes to show... )
