A waste of bits and bandwidth

So I was out doing my morning exercises last week and… what? OK, I was having a smoke; bugger off puritan…

Anyway, so I’m standing outside my office and something in a shrub catches my eye. Upon closer inspection I found it to be a [tag]beer[/tag] can. Hmmm, looks unopened. Sure enough, I reach in and pull out a can of [tag]Guinness[/tag]. How odd…

Two days later, I find myself in the area of the same shrub. Now what are the chances? I look at the bush again and damn, would you look at that! A bottle of some sort of white beer, again, unopened. What the hell?

Not that it’s odd that someone is stashing beer in a bush but they aren’t [tag]Old Style[/tag] or some other meal in a can. They’re fancy beer. Why are they in this bush? And why just one? Who am I to question this? They now adorn my desk in case I need to smack a developer with something stout. Yeah meege, I’m talking to you…

Sadly, it would appear that my beer bush has run dry. I really thought this would go for a while. Think about it; this idiot hides a beer in a bush and then it’s gone when he comes back. So what do he do? He hides another beer in the same bush.

If nothing else, it warms my heart to know that there is a pissed off derelict somewhere in the city. I just need to find the new bush…

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Update: Well let’s see how long this stays up before Formula 1 Management whines to [tag]YouTube[/tag]…The first video I found was in English but you really don’t need to understand the language. Note the feet outside the tub as it comes to a rest against the wall. Scary stuff…

[tag]Robert Kubica[/tag] survived this massive crash in Montreal this Sunday after his [tag]BMW Sauber[/tag] got tangled up with the [tag]Toyota[/tag] of [tag]Jarno Trulli[/tag].

When I saw the crash I was thinking that me might dead given the angle that he hit the wall. Instead, he’s being kept in the hospital overnight in case he has a concussion… In case? Are his eyeballs still in his head?

A true testament to the strength of a modern [tag]F1[/tag] chassis.

To my wonderful wife! Happy Birthday Yeobo!! Salanghae…

So I’ve had this ‘thing’ in my eye for a few weeks now. After becoming increasingly irritated by it, I dialed up my optometrist and made an appointment to get it checked out. Luckily, I had already picked up Spanky’s dry cleaning and rinsed out his Crocs so it was no problem to bail out of work.

I went down to the office and they couldn’t see anything so they dilated my eyes and went in for a better look. After 15 minutes of examination which nearly caused me to pass out, they found a tear in my retina. They weren’t all that impressed that I had waited three weeks to get it looked at. “We’re going to get you into surgery today.” Surgery? Holy…

I was off to a specialist (who I never saw), got dilated again and then to the medical center where I met the surgeon. After almost three hours of waiting, I was in the chair. Surgery is a strong term as it’s all done with a laser but it was pretty intense. I liken it to someone arc welding inside my eyeball while they poked me with a pin. I could see my veins and my cornea. From the inside…

Anyway, it was only 5 minutes and while not terribly painful, it certainly wasn’t pleasant. In any event, I’m fine. My eye is sore and I can see the scar but apparently that will clear up.

And old age begins to take hold…