Weird Spam

I don’t normally read my spam mail – but this one just made me go “Eh? What?”. It definitely wins my prize for weirdest Spam of the month…

Hello,
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And that’s it. I have no idea what it’s about, or why it’s been sent.


Quotes

I don’t know why, but for some reason this week seems to have had a high number of quotes, and bits from conversation.

It’s weird the way it happens. I’ll go for weeks without using the <blockquote> tag, then all of a sudden I’ll use it ten times in a week. I wish I knew why that was, but I don’t.


Darwin Star Wars

You know, when I first read this I could imagine Twunty Manager™ thinking he could do the same thing…

Two Star Wars fans are in a critical condition in hospital after apparently trying to make light sabres by filling fluorescent light tubes with petrol.

A man, aged 20, and a girl of 17 are believed to have been filming a mock duel when they poured fuel into two glass tubes and lit it.

© BBC News 2005

Yup, fill fluorescent tubes (already well reknowned for their structural stability, and lack of fragility*cough*) with petrol. Then light them. And hold them while “fighting”.

If only they’d actually died, they’d definitely be in line for the Darwin Awards. Instead, they’re just in a line at the burns unit…


Belly

Just a quick thought that occurred to me this morning (for reasons I can’t even begin to list, but I’m sure you’ll work them out for yourselves) and has pinged into my head on various occasions before.

Why is it that a certain type of man, particularly the ex-rugby-playing type who’ve gone a bit to seed and now have large beer bellies, insists on tucking his shirts/t-shirts into his trousers, which are belted in tight to the waist?

All it does is exaggerate the belly, and make them look huge, stupid, and frankly funny.


Reading the ads

While looking through the jobs in Monday’s Media Guardian (Yes, I must be a creative leftie to be reading that – ah well) I spotted a couple that just made me think “Oooh, that needed someone to check it”.

The ad started with the words “For the first inaugural festival”. Now maybe I’m being pedantic, but you can’t have a second inaugural. If it’s the inaugural festival, by definition it’s the first one.

The other one that caught my eye was for the Unwanted Sexual Advances Project. Quite a concept, a project to deal with unwanted sexual advances. Or maybe it’s a project to see which advances are successful…


Assessment – completed

Well, that went OK. It wasn’t an assessment as a discussion, which is what I was expecting. Instead it was more of a “These are the things you’re doing wrong, how do you propose to fix them?” kind of exercise. I pointed out that – particularly as I’ve only been with the company four months – the learning process is still happening, and it’s a two-way thing, that certain things aren’t down to just one person. Which didn’t go down well.

From what I can ascertain, the company thinks that they’re perfect (despite all evidence to the contrary) and any fault is down to the people.

Hmmm – a company to stay with. Not.


Derren Brown

Tonight we’re out seeing Derren Brown at Reading Hexagon.

I’ve been interested in Brown’s shows on TV when they’ve been on (with the exception of the Russian Roulette one, which was shite) and how he works. So I’m hoping that the stage show is going to involve more of the same.

Just a pity I won’t be able to pause and rewind, to see what he’s up to, and how he’s doing some of the bits. All the same, it should be fun. And with luck a review will be written tomorrow at some point…