Thwarted

Well I have been feeling a bit low and cranky lately, and I was winding up to a huge bitchin post about how crap things are and my weaknesses and blah blah blah. But then I found a Gingerbread Men Haka video - advertising New Zealand's Best Bakery competition or something - and all the negativity just ebbed away.

It helped that it took about twenty minutes for it to send to friends via dial up.

Tour de Farce, lolz Original

Yes, the Tour de France is on for young and old again - well, young perhaps - and surprise surprise there are doping scandals left right and centre. What surprises me in return however, especially this last decade when the heat has really been on endurance cyclists, is how they are supposed to be ordinary human beings instead of cycling robots, with perhaps a few drugs in the system, when they cycle about 2000 kilometres in three weeks, up huge mountains, and do it all again the next day and the next day, let alone the training.

Lance Armstrong was a freak occurence, being able to hammer the peleton for seven years straight. And woe betide anyone who raises the spectre of drugs with him.

I am just simply amazed that the cyclists can do what they do, whether they are on drugs or not. If that makes any sort of sense

A Rare Haneer Positive

One of the few positives about the current Haneer case, where an Indian doctor with a possible terrorist for a second cousin in the UK has had the book thrown at him in the courts and by the politicians - well more so the politicians than the courts, since the latter approved bail - one of the few positives is that I have been using my brain to rage against that, than mope around on my own depression.

Which is nice - the distraction, not the depression, that is.

Weirdest Dream In A While

Okay, I was photocopying the Socceroos' individual contracts to start with, when I was supposed to be doing some work. Secondly, I got my time to get to work mixed up, so I was an hour late - then the lifts weren't working correctly, they kept missing my floor.

I got out, did a bit of work with no computer, told a customer her job was being sorted out even though I didn't have any information in front of me. When I finally somehow got to my real desk, there was a view of Wellington harbour laid out in front of me, so even though I had my current workmates around me, I was back home.

I overheard a conversation about one of my workmates just wanting to do a bit to save the poor, or poverty reduction or something - which was one of my jobs back home, no way no how at the current place, but anyways, when I popped my head up and said 'are you talking about Iraq' all I got were dirty looks.

Very strange.