<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32861711</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:04:44.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World of Reality</title><subtitle type='html'>Jazz MSN transcripts for people who want to look good</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32861711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-of-reality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09207467614882606544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32861711.post-115579141073571759</id><published>2006-08-16T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T22:10:10.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Political Broadcasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; Btw maed, those balloons have "Way to go [prominent golfer] on them..." omg - sure he is the greatest sportsman - nay human being - let alone golfer, to ever EVER draw breath, but per-lease talk about blatant band wagon jumping....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; yeah he's a c**ting inspiration for all of my project management activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I find myself in a tricky meeting situation, I look up and a little to the left and think to myself, "what would [prominent golfer do right now?" and everything is really put into perspective. I pick up my putter and hit the ball towards the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; yeh nice allusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; no allusion. I literally pick up my putter and hit the ball towards the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were meaning I was referencing other meeting techniques?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not then yeah I meant that allusion and yeah it was nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; yeh. How is your putter btw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; My metaphorical putter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; yes and no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; it's a lot of fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; that is nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; thanks maed - how was your haircut? was it fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; Yes it was fun. I had to wait for a wee while and read some soft porn. But apart from that it was fun. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; So you were eating lunch, reading softporn, and getting your hair shaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; Not in that order but yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; So someone was shaving your hair, and at the same time you were eating out, and softporn was involved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; No I was reading the softporn but - crucially - I then stopped once someone started lowering the hair portion of my head. Then (after the hair lowering stage had completed) I left and ate my lunch. Everything happened in serial. I cannot stress that enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; your picture …girl 2nd from left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; hm yeah she is compelling &lt;fce&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; hard to say though - need to see her in "action"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; she has a nice figure too &lt;fcefecfecfce&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; sure but need to see her in [finger quote] action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; ah.... you mean "naked" - yes I agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; who is teh girl far right? she's been there a long time no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; yes - Emma - been here a coupla years I think... .not bad tho a bad photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've checked the work do photos, all of them, and can confirm that I am the best looking guy in this company. Now where's my action?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; but...I saw the one with yourself and Neil, and sorry maed, but he was on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; ah yeh - well sure apart from Neil. I was making my claim on the assumption that by default Neil is always top dognEIL. i WAS MAKING MY CLAIM ON THE ASSUMMTION THATBY DEFAULT nEIL IS ALWAYS TOP DOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; ok ok easy tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; accidental shouting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;splash shouting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; as long as you qualify your statement as the most attractive man in your company except for Neil who'll you'll never hold a candle to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; ok sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to form the Uncle C**t Head Party and march around with splayed feet and overshot jaw, with my sandwich bored proclaiming "Vote UCH - or Fuck off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UCH - one man one policy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man - Uncle C**t Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Policy - Fuck Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really cheap party political broadcasts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fade in from black]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Unlce C**t Head sitting in a tatty old armchair in his shed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[camera slowly zooms to his craggy, yellowing face]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck Off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[zoom back]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fade to black]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[smooth, hynotical male voice]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this has been a party policical broadcast on behalf of the Uncle C**t Head Party"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[voice from the blackness]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck off" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32861711-115579141073571759?l=world-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/115579141073571759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32861711&amp;postID=115579141073571759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32861711/posts/default/115579141073571759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32861711/posts/default/115579141073571759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-of-reality.blogspot.com/2006/08/party-political-broadcasts.html' title='Party Political Broadcasts'/><author><name>Wince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09207467614882606544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32861711.post-115578666690177520</id><published>2006-08-16T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:32:38.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Security</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson:&lt;/strong&gt; My mother's birthday next week and my sister and I decided to buy her a computer. Ended up buying an Athlon 2k+, 256, 40gig, 17" monitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; nice I'm sure she'll be able to exploit every hertz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; yes. Her current computer is a p2 350 with a 14" monitor and a 28k modem. Hopefully the increase in processing power will make the internet go faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; yes one would think so. Also the internet will look bugger through a 17" screen. Having said that if she's anything like Nigel she will resist moving to anything bigger than 800x600 screen res and the internet will remain the same size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; Oh of course. I will recommend a "safe" resolution of 640 x 480&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; that way no viruses can attack the computer, and especially no porn, which looks better on the higher resolutions (I hear) and so the lower res will repel any attempts for porn to come down off the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; True and everything seems less complicated, and more or less what the internet was like in the 1960's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; Yes exactly, when there was only Bob and Jo-Beth over in Red County, 79 miles away (his nearest neighbour) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; Two people on the internet… spamming each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; cup of tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; no thanks maed, have a bottle of healthy delicious tap water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; I’d like to create a montage of people mashing the button at pedestrian crossings. Yes. Maybe interlace that with an animation aimed at pre-schoolers explaining that all the button does is make the light appear. If the light is already there… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32861711-115578666690177520?l=world-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/115578666690177520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32861711&amp;postID=115578666690177520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32861711/posts/default/115578666690177520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32861711/posts/default/115578666690177520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-of-reality.blogspot.com/2006/08/internet-security.html' title='Internet Security'/><author><name>Wince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09207467614882606544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32861711.post-115578552243356715</id><published>2006-08-16T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:29:49.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Colour of Celine Dion's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; Ronan Keating: Ronan Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; "Everlasting Gloria"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; ah ronan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson &lt;/strong&gt;Barry White and Love Unlimited; Daniel o'Donnell - Shades of Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; Ah... Daniel o'Donnell... with the cazzzzzhmere jersey around his shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters: "&lt;/strong&gt;Shades of green... i just has to be something irish everytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; every fucking time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daniel O'donnell: Fields of Eire"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daniel o'Donnell: Irish Moon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Daniel o'Donnell: IRA Nights"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; "Daniel O'Donnell: Sodomising Leprechauns"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; "Daniel O'Donnell - Die yaie fockin englesh bastard - sings sounds of the IRA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson:&lt;/strong&gt; First entries under "easy listening": anne murray, englebert humperdink... and "Celine dion - the colour of my love"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; wha?! …what do you think the colour of Celine Dions love would be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a wrong sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; "Mick Hucknell: the distance of my hope"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chris de Burgh: the young iranian maleness of my lust"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters: "&lt;/strong&gt;Richard Kleydermann: the godliness of my hair"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; It’s 5pm. 99% of the company will go home in the next minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; like Dave Maate who about 10 mins ago just waltzed in with a cheery "How's it going maaaate"; wasted 5 minutes of my life and then left having contrubuting nothing and taken a great deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; whereas I'm just getting ready for my second shift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; yeh but you rock, you da man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; I'm even better than that. Don't underestimate me I repeat don't underestimate me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; so you're better than da man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; in a sense, I'm da "men"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; that must make you a substantially optimal fellow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; in idle mode yes. You should see me when I ramp up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; What happens &lt;youthfully&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; Imagine Road Runner but with a social conscience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road Runner of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; On the freedom highway to freedom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; free love on the freedom freeway, brought to you by the rogering road runner of rumpypumpy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; like a truth bullet from heaven shot from a jesus gun of goodness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; ah we were on different comedy one way systems then - headed for a T junction of humour mayhem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; I was going through highway of hell metaphors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eters&lt;/strong&gt; no one wants an ill-thought through highway to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; highways to hell are not toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; Mistreatment of Highways to Hell could spell disaster, flooding and in some areas localised flu. No toys are for kids, highways to hell are for consenting adults&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; consenting adults with attitude to burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; "no toys are for kids?" or "no, toys are for kids"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; and money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; no,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; thought so &lt;smarm&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; I fall on the sword of your magical gramma (sic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32861711-115578552243356715?l=world-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/115578552243356715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32861711&amp;postID=115578552243356715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32861711/posts/default/115578552243356715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32861711/posts/default/115578552243356715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-of-reality.blogspot.com/2006/08/colour-of-celine-dions-love.html' title='The Colour of Celine Dion&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Wince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09207467614882606544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32861711.post-115578241593236492</id><published>2006-08-16T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:37:18.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; there are only 2 types of genuine personal ads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lonely man is lonely needs sex - all offers welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Really Ugly woman is lonely and fussy about men - seeks friendship, doesn't like sex.&lt;br /&gt;credibly funny guy seeks georgeous girl with poor english and low self esteem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isn't there also 3: "Stupid ugly male/female wants rich partner with stunning looks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;seeks geek with lots of money who I don't have to go out with. Must have low self esteem/suffer from depression so when I go out they don't complain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok I have a new product: Honest Personals. You only have 3 options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ugly guy wants good looking girl for sex&lt;br /&gt;2. ugly woman wants rich guy. No sex&lt;br /&gt;3. ugly whatever wants attractive whatever for sex, or whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…ok some more I guess:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. attractive person with major mental issues willing to have sex or some other type of relationship with ugly person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; Horse-like man god seeks mousey librarian for intellectual stimulation and deviant sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson &lt;/strong&gt;I wish this office had more girls in it. it has one and she's not attractive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; that's not as bad as having a lot of girls none of whom are attractive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; well they at least have the chance to have attractive friends. I suggest even unattractive girls are better than guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; well clearly I'd rather have sex with an unattractive girl than a guy yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am designing a personal ad generator in excel will send as a work in progress shortly. Looking good so far - just need a random element&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first attempt produced this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly Mother-figure - Homicidal, hard-working, Quite Nice usually, likes black clothing – seeks Mindlessly Bored Amatuer Vicar – Lazy, Artistic, Caring - For&lt;br /&gt;drug-fuelled orgies and Piano lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; Gary’s off sick today. His email to me: "Awoke early with a nasty sinus headache, so taking some stuff to try and shake it – so most likely will not be in today. If I can shake it I will check in to see if anything needs doing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the word nasty is unnecessary and melodramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if he means he was sniffing like a wanker then sure I can understand that. if he means he has sinuses in his brain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; it's fucked... nasty is melodramatic as you say, sinus is too detailed - means he feels he has to give you medical specifics to validate his illness, and by doing so invalidates it of course (QED). and 'headaches" is a ghey excuse for time off unless it's a genuine migraine. Which it isn't.. CLEARLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; couldn't have said it better myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; Dear Gary, I know how you feel. Yesterday I had a bitchy sclerotic scalp condition which knocked me for 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32861711-115578241593236492?l=world-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/115578241593236492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32861711&amp;postID=115578241593236492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32861711/posts/default/115578241593236492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32861711/posts/default/115578241593236492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-of-reality.blogspot.com/2006/08/personals.html' title='Personals'/><author><name>Wince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09207467614882606544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32861711.post-115578079893746299</id><published>2006-08-16T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T19:32:10.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practical Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; on the way to work this morning I tried to imagine what a day in the life of Paul D would be like. I was thinking it would start off with the sun streaming through the window at 6:30am and he'd be woken by radio rhema. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then his wife would come in with breakfast on one of those tray things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Steaming coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Toast with jam, morning paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'd talk about their day coming up…what Jan is doing with Steve…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss on the cheek and then Paul is away, whilstling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; newspaper under one arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; saying hello to people in his neighbourhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; looking upwards from left to right at the passing houses and sunny sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“hello - mrs T, how're roses”? "Hello Uncle Frank," (everyone called him uncle frank, though to my knowledge he had no nephews or nieces!) "Going to Library again today?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Paul's world changes when he gets to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; (yes when he gets to work it's time to knuckle down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; ...and he hears the approaching shuffle-shuffle of jenny's massive and tightly be-jeaned thighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; but in all reality Paul's philosophies about life work equally as well at work as they do at home: KISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; aye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; Everything can be broken down into manageable tasks. Just need to keep it real and not get sucked into some overly aspirational goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; oh god that vaguely cute cheerful girl is emailing me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson &lt;/strong&gt;she wants you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; "Good morning Peters, Hope you had a good weekend!" unquote...well to be fair made with a decent wardrobe and some make-up I wouldn't say n- sorry...I know I know - I promised. I'm sticking to it. I spit on her visage - she interests me not PAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; sure....but maed, it's winter, and who can say when you'll be stuck in a closet together on a cold night and you'll need to keep warm somehow. Maed no-one would blame you for being practical. Not even god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; Sure that is true and it is good practice when in a hypothermic condition for 2 people to take all their clothes off adn get reeeeal close, ... in a sleeping bag or other container... I remember that from Frist Aid class. It's the only thing I remember. I always remember the most useful things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; yup and no-one wants to be unprepared that's another lesson. It would be insulting to Su to not practice this. You don't want to leave her alone if you should die to hypothermiado you maed? That's what you're risking if you don't sleep with this girl…in a closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; naked (knackered)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson &lt;/strong&gt;Sure...it's warmer the less you wear. Another lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; Lessons of Life #46 - when in the vicinity of an attractive girl during the Winter months, remove the riosk of Hypothermia by persuading her to climb with you naked into a nearby closet or other close-proximity device&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; course you don't want to be considering the closet that holds the projectors. That closet is used by people on a strict schedule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peters&lt;/strong&gt; I think the book "You Have to Drink to Have Fun (And Other Lies)" should have helpful tips like that scatter throughout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnson&lt;/strong&gt; Sure I agree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32861711-115578079893746299?l=world-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/115578079893746299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32861711&amp;postID=115578079893746299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32861711/posts/default/115578079893746299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32861711/posts/default/115578079893746299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-of-reality.blogspot.com/2006/08/practical-paul.html' title='Practical Paul'/><author><name>Wince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09207467614882606544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32861711.post-115577702514100964</id><published>2006-08-16T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T18:14:04.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave Mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haydn&lt;/strong&gt; How do you tell someone who keeps asking to borrow your car for personal errands to "fuck the fuck off you cunt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick&lt;/strong&gt; Your company car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haydn&lt;/strong&gt; yeh there is a general understanding that employees can use the company cars of GMT for business trips. Dave maate has asked me twice to use mine to pick things up for himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick&lt;/strong&gt; Jeez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haydn&lt;/strong&gt; I mean if he couldn't see the "fuck off" in my eyes then he's more stupid than I thought. But it was hard to just say no...and my only rationale for not letting him was "basically it just pisses me off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick&lt;/strong&gt; Fair efucking nuff. What a cocksucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haydn&lt;/strong&gt; complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick&lt;/strong&gt; I mean wtf is HE to use YOUR company car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haydn&lt;/strong&gt; he just returned the keys said "cheers buddy" and patted me on the shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick&lt;/strong&gt; rofl…I think maed, when push comes to shove, you're afraid to be a bastard. I would have laughed at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haydn&lt;/strong&gt; The urge to knee him firmly in the bollocks followed by a swift upper cut to the jaw,was almost overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick&lt;/strong&gt; he didn't do the work to get the job to get the company car so he can sod off. Don't let him do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haydn&lt;/strong&gt; the knowledge that he has been in my car is like being burgled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick&lt;/strong&gt; Sure. Just say "no I don't think that's really appropriate"...or say "sure can I borrow your wife?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haydn&lt;/strong&gt; aw fuckn........awfffffffawfffff&lt;hand&gt;…knowing what you know about Dave can you imagine what his wife looks like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick&lt;/strong&gt; sorry mind shuts down whenever I try to open that door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haydn&lt;/strong&gt; I imagine you trying to think what his wife looks like, suffering narcolepsy and then waking up trying again, shutting down... cycling through that endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick&lt;/strong&gt; Nah I have a service object - that object handles the queuing of requests from my brain, which is agnostic to the actual process of retrieving and prioritising the request. When the process at the back end falls over, I get a failed message with the returned error code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haydn&lt;/strong&gt; maed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick&lt;/strong&gt; I read that code but don't suffer the same issue myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haydn&lt;/strong&gt; you need to change jobs ... now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32861711-115577702514100964?l=world-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/115577702514100964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32861711&amp;postID=115577702514100964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32861711/posts/default/115577702514100964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32861711/posts/default/115577702514100964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-of-reality.blogspot.com/2006/08/dave-mate.html' title='Dave Mate'/><author><name>Wince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09207467614882606544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
