Dick Cheney needs some new glasses, stat: It’s almost as good as Bush choking on a pretzel. See also Davezilla’s take on it. The Internet is having a field day.

Gods, even when I’m speaking they turn it into “Karen”. I recieved 3 letters in the last week with Karen instead of my carefully spelt name (“Obviously someone screwed up typing it because the a and e keys are like practically next to each other. Oh they screwed up this mister stuff as well.”), and on top of this lazy ass f#$ks at work in the IT Support side of things like to read what they expect. Sample exchange: ...

So today’s the day that is officially designated for romancing and early-stage love (for whatever reasons; explore them further on Wikipedia). And I suppose the expected thing would be for guys to go find some lucky lady and proclaim their love, or somehow do it discretely in a manner that says “I love you (and I don’t want to tell you my name) (possibly from a distance) (please don’t take me to be a stalker)”. ...

“Look, there’s a simple reason why you should convert - don’t you want to go to heaven? That’s the whole purpose of life!” “Ain’t that a bit of a dead-end purpose?” Yes, my friends, I have had my first visit from a missionary. And a horrendous pun to shut him up =)

Harbour Views? Tick. Actually, that’s about it for knowing when you’re really working in Sydney. What more can you truly ask for than harbour views from your office when you’re merely a graduate? It’s stunningly gorgeous. I remember those moments of doubt, of questioning myself as to why i went through the hassle to move up to Sydney, and then I look out the window and… bang, there it is. I’m sorry, no other way to put it. ...