The Book of Ashes

Nothing much 10:26AM

Nothing much happened today. I went into work, said hi to people and cleared my email. I got the basics of the discussion groups working, and they're not bad. Still need a little work though. I had lunch, I came home. I read and dusted the house. I started to create a paper mache mask over a chicken wire face I had created the previous night. Its going alright for a novice like myself but is harder than I remember it being as a kid. Thats pretty much my day.

Tomorrow I have a fair-thee-well morning tea for Damian as its his last week this week. I have lunch with Crispy and his two-for-one meal card at Arizona. Theres a staff meeting that night which would include a free feed and snacks while watching Hanibal on DVD afterwards but I think I'll go rollerhockey instead. Its the last one, so gotta go hard.

Friday is Damian's last day so will have work drinks after work, not that I'm working. Will have to at least let loose the water pistols on him, maybe even the fire hose ;)

Saturday is Fevah pre-party. Damian and Gerry are both going independantly so I might as well be there. Gerry's getting me a ticket so should be cool.

Hmmm, Jason came round tonight, him and Gerry and another friend are out at the movies. They've gone to see Crooked Earth but I don't think its my kind of thing so I'm staying at home. But Jason mentioned something about boxers which set me thinking. When I walked the three and half hour walk up to Mt Koukou and I found that the boxers I was wearing were the ride up type. They just kept trying to go up, even though there was no further to go. Now this can be mightily uncomfortable but it occured to me. Why doesn't some one invent pants that stay up like this, or socks even? Make use of this phenomenum instead of letting it make our lives uncomfortable. Ok so the answers obvious, this won't work because there needs to be a crack that the piece of clothing can ride up. Without the crack it wouldn't be uncomfortable and then why would the clothing ride up if it didn't make you uncomfortable. Of course instead it falls down and becomes a pain in the butt. This leaves one to believe that your clothes don't really like you. They never work with you, they're always flapping about, or falling or riding up or just plain falling to bits when you don't want them too. Is it because we have treated them unfairly, do we not show them enough love? Is it the locking away in a dark draw in cramped conditions with many other unfriendly pieces of clothes? or is it the sweat and smell that we subject them too. I know if I was a pair of boxers I wouldn't be too happy about the fact that I was the closet thing to your arse and that it was me that got to contain any farts and see first hand how good you really were at wiping your arse. And then socks don't have it much better, imagine the hot, stinking smell they're subjected to everyday and then its the socks that get the blame when they didn't create any of it. No body wants to hang around with them after they've been used, no body wants to be friends with a pair of socks. No wonder they misbehave. Anyway nuff said, I gotta go now...

Let me just say this. I am currently writing up two designs for patentable items. Will I ever get round to making millions off of them. Maybe... L8e