Kinky co-worker

Allow me to set the scene for you: We have just returned from an extremely tedious presentation by one of our vendors. Things haven't gone well; the "state of the art" application they were demonstrating crashed a couple of times, and the vendor's account manager didn't even attempt to pretend that he had so much as glimmer of a clue of what he was talking about. To top it all off, he also stumbled for minutes to answer even the simplest of questions. Our collective, albeit silent, Pull your finger out already hung in the room like thick London fog in an Agatha Christie novel and didn't exactly improve the general atmosphere of the event.

After the demo from hell, we're having a quick debrief, mainly to let off a bit of steam. Now, to fully appreciate the significance of what followed, you must understand that the tech expert (let's call her Billie) who was with us is, in defiance of all "tech geek" clichés, quite probably one of the cutest babes in the entire Southern hemisphere. Billie is the kind of always-happy, kind, and simply beautiful girl that incites very unprofessional thoughts in even the most respectable man (and probably a couple of women).

So we're all sharing our not so kind views on both the "state of the art" product we were unfortunate enough to be bored with, and the bumbling dork who presented it. And without warning, Billie announces (and I quote): "Seriously, guys; I soooo wanted to fire a rocket up his ass!".

Thank you, Billie; that moment, and the mental image that's still popping up, almost made it all worth it.

Happy Dead Jesus Day

So, what are you all up to this long weekend?

This year, I have decided to get into the traditional spirit of this holiday; starting today with hanging out at The Cross, and then resurrecting myself on Sunday :-)

Have a good long weekend, and may your Easter Egg Hunt be as much fun as mine was (gotta love an office manager who likes impersonating the Easter bunny).

Holy Switch

See the light? Uhm, I'd rather not


Found here

Come here, fishy fishy

We've all experienced, or at least heard of, beer goggles, but this is ridiculous.




The only time I ever think about sealife and, ahem, other stuff at the same time is when I go for Fish & Chips at this joint.

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