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An epic battle, in one corner, a little mouse, can't be more then a few weeks old, in the other, The Super Heavyweight Champion of the world, Miller "Bubs" O'Tooooooooooooooooooole.

It was a very short match, and Bubs increased her record with mice to 12-0.

In the shower this morning I was thinking about Yin and Yang (but no twins)...

"...The outer circle represents the entirety of perceivable phenomena, while the black and white shapes within the circle represent the interaction of two principles or aspects, called "yin" (black) and "yang" (white), which cause the phenomena to appear in their peculiar way. Each of them contains an element or seed of the other, and they cannot exist without each other. There are other ways that Chinese schools of thought graphically represented the principles of yin and yang, an older example being the solid and divided lines of the I Ching."

In my attempt to be more productive = be more happier and eventual = stronger emotional bonds, I have been using the "notes" feature in my iPhizzone. All car entries done, fixed side mirror (with superglue! i can't believe it worked!), Got a new headlight (this is also put on the fast track due to a bulb burning out at the richard hawley show) and an oil change..

Oh right, i should back up to the Richard Hawley show.. it was.. how you say.. totally awesome.. Whilst I can't claim to be the biggest or oldest fan of Dick Hawley, I do claim, that I am a fan.

If you're unfamiliar with his work, I highly recommend checking it out, any album, you can't go wrong with any of them.

Anyway, that show began my weekend of productivity and stuff. Friday, ok, not productive, had a run in with the Crooked Cowboy where got all psycho and I had to get all James Doakes on his ass "Old ladies cryin? you like that? what's your thing, psycho".

Saturday, got the car fixed, kilt some aliens in Mass Effect and fretted about the work xmas party that night. Spazz eventually showed up for our hot date and dealt with me hemming and hawing over not wanting to go, but forcing myself to go cos I know I'm a big boy now and can quit being a whiney douche about doing things outside of the comfort zone.. after teaching me how to use the internet and finding me a parking spot, we were there. Straight to the booze line where lb proceeded to pound flute after flute of Cristal.. pretty impressive.. it looked like this..

after eating we went to, what I'm told is being called "The Party House", common folks, lets think of something better, there we found folks playing cranium, lb and i drank more champagne (admittedly, not Cristal, but its close cousin André). Eventually I got to bang the drums in the Rock Band.

Sunday, I ate a salad. Ok, not so exciting but I was in relatively decent spirits and amazingly had no champagne hangovers (or regrets). Eventually went over to Footsies, had a few decent conversations and a few drinks.. Next thing I knew it was 12:15 and past babies bed time.. now you might think that I'd just take work off today, but you would be mistaken. For tonight is another Xmas party, so maybe I will take tomorrow off.


I agree that "The Party House" is not the most unique of names...

I kinda like "La Casita"

its yr own damn fault

you made me like this.

Re: its yr own damn fault

That sounds like something broni boy would say!

April 2008



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