Is this a mad way to start?

IronCat5 in the Hat wrote (see)

kittenkat wrote (see)

Anyone reports it as spam and they get an ice axe in the head like Trotsky. I swear that was the only thing I remember from history in school because we had a boring history teacher.

 

This is KittenChimp talking to the forum Chimps. 

My chimp has never flung poo in morse before; take a visual on that, it's like the shit hitting the fan, and then a more refined fan etc...

Swap 'more refined' for smaller fan casing.

kittenkat wrote (see)

IronCat5 in the Hat wrote (see)

kittenkat wrote (see)

Anyone reports it as spam and they get an ice axe in the head like Trotsky. I swear that was the only thing I remember from history in school because we had a boring history teacher.

 

This is KittenChimp talking to the forum Chimps. 

My chimp has never flung poo in morse before; take a visual on that, it's like the shit hitting the fan, and then a more refined fan etc...

I do realise that wasn't directly what you were commenting on... But the kk chimp can mix... extreme violence with attention to detail/the concept of shit hitting multiple fans as art or at least controllable if you want to duck or dodge; dependent of your fans of choice and their strategic positioning...

That came out wrong. I hate violence in any shape or form, the point was that I can understand how incredible violence could also focus on extreme detail.

I did throw my teddy across the room in anger once. Sorry.

I lied, I've not owned a teddy since I was too young to do anything but be freaked out by it or piss on it. I've never understood people giving babies or toddlers oversised stuffed toys... Which seed about the worldwide clown phobia did you not understand?!

So my significant toys were, a panda (very young), a seal (from the age of about 7 until my cat vomited over it at about the age of 24) and wombat; who actually is a goos... wombat. No tricks here.

I've had him since I was 26? I'm now 41 and he's still ugly as fuck. But he's wombat, they're not known for their cuteness.

Ok, brain dump evacuated and back to reset.

However, it's interesting about favourite toys/comfort blankets etc. My youngest doesn't have one, but my 10yr old cannot sleep overnight anywhere without 'Isobel'. Darren said he never needed a specific toy; but I always did and can understand that the Philp family can NEVER travel without Isobel.

Or wombat

And on that note... Goodnight!

SEE! I told you my history teacher was shit!

Another long day in work, then straight to meet D and kids at the school for parents evening, then I might run with fur face.

The good news is that my foot seems fine now (well still tender), I've awarded myself an oscar for being a drama queen about it. I think that's just a reflection of my need to run at the moment because we've had so much change here.

If you're on FB, follow Gin O'Clock, it's hilarious! It's the 'Queen' on FB. Latest status update.

So we appointed my assistant today, she has a Masters degree.

A reflection on the job market.

A 4 mile run with the small but mighty canine one.

I could do a really fucking good bank rant right now, but I'll save you from it. Go see my fb status if you want to point and laugh.

Tomorrow we* have a day out in Torquay, when I have so much work to do. Again I could semi rant on this one but I'm going to bank my rants and save them for the next time the Jehova's come knocking at the door. They will hear EXACTLY what I think of my bank right now.

I'll invite them in so I can rant from the comfort of my sofa; there will be a break for tea and biscuits and a moment to draw breath.

My money is on me, they will leave before I ask them to.

*we being the whole organisation I work for.

Ha, I dont know how to spell jehovah, hohoba, geehover....

My bank called me t'other day to say they'd blocked my credit card, as they'd had a few £1 purchaes appear, and then a biggy I knew nothing about.

A few years ago I got a phone call from Barclaycard at home asking me if I'd just tried to make a purchase in person in some Italian town.

Um...

What's the bet that the phone call I made to the bank is going to start with, 'Please input your card number'.

No you moron *automated machine*, you told me to destroy my card so I ate it 2 days ago.

Actually the way to circumvent most automated telephone systems is to just keep pressing hash at random points. Do not enter into their cult.

I went into the bank today. All sorted, stolen money refunded, and 3 new cards.

I've managed to get a bonus run in as my neighbour is around for the kids, so me and fur face ran up a big hill and ran back down again.

This afternoon is given over to lazy parenting, we're having one of our girly cinema afternoons in the living room.

990095 lurks on this thread, big number change about to happen. Makes me realise how long I've been spouting shit.