Taak doong chiang!

A drunk lion came into my office today. It was rather amusing to see it fumbling around the floor. It was definitely nice to see some semblance of festivities, even if it is a pale shadow compared to those that I have known in the days long gone.

I had a question then, and I still have that question now… What is the point of the pink-faced fat guy?

Happy Chinese new year.

sMachine failure

Tragic victims of the paper-eating paper-sMachine

Further note to self

Things to not do in the office:

1. fall asleep at my desk
2. fall asleep at my desk with my hand supporting my head
3. fall asleep at my desk with my hand supporting my head in the perfect dribbling over laptop position
4. fall asleep at my desk with my hand supporting my head in the perfect dribbling over laptop position and then let my head slip off my hand to doof the screen

The night of the rabbits

Denty, Mitch (a.k.a. enk-Bob) and I were getting rather bored of cooking the usual meats (cow and chicken) for dinner. We were casting our eyes around to find a subsitute meat when we saw Stinky bouncing by.

That was we happened upon our brilliant idea… which we put into action last night. We made rabbit stew.

Millions of fishes

I was not going to steal this photograph from Mitch (a.k.a. enk-Bob) until I saw anttyk’s disparaging remark on my latest fishy posts.

Mitch and I had millions and millions of little fishies on our angel hair spaghetti with seaweed, cream and onion two nights ago.

Many, many fishes! There you go, anttyk. Hhrrummph. *Rubs nose with thumb*

The Arctic chill

If I were a fish, I would dream in glass

Alexandre Augusto

Nice fishees, not burns fishees

Mitch (a.k.a. enk-Bob) and I were suddenly overcome with this need for sashimi. After some careful planning (with the minimum of 50 or so emails), we legged it to the Selfridges Foodhall at noon to buy some dinner.

We had a stack of nice fishees. Beautiful, shiny, juicy, oh-so-sweet fishees…

…and keep your nasty ricees.