The Book of Sifty

Did you know? 10:07AM

The antidote to Cyanide is Cobalt Acetate. Cobalt Acetate is a toxic poison, unless you have just taken Cyanide, in which case it saves your arse.
More interestingly Cyanide is actually the antidote should you have accidentally taken Cobalt Acetate.

So if you thought you'd been poisoned by Cyanide and took Cobalt Acetate, then realized you hadn't been poisoned by Cyanide, but instead you in fact have just poisoned yourself with Cobalt Acetate, then you would have to take Cyanide as an antidote. Then you'd be back to square one!

I gleened some of this from the paper this morning, and lets face it haven't got much else to write about. Although it did remind me about possum trappers who use cyanide to kill possums in a paste form. The cyanide comes out of these things that look remarkably like toothpaste tubes, and as they're working they have a tube of the antidote (which I now know is Cobalt Acetate) hanging around their neck in vile. Apparently cyanide is very quick acting, and you need to be pretty onto it if you accidentally end up eating some. Also I'm not sure about this, and won't research it now since I should be working, but can cyanide in the paste form affect you through your skin?

Tequila and lemonade? Never again.. 11:32AM

So yes okay Friday night was total nightmare. Not in a really bad way at the time. It only became evident on Sunday.

After a pretty full on week I was actually very keen to have a quite one. That was the intention at any rate. So went up to work after finishing at a client, where for some reason there was quite a posse in effect. Almost like the old days where the rings leaders, Ash, Crispy, Peta, Ems, Genaya, and later farmgirl (plus numerous others!) used to get in trouble for turning the reception desk into a bar. But things change and people move on, and to be honest I wasn't into it. Besides everybody very quickly moved on into town. Very unlike the old days where we were all so cheap we'd soak up as much at work as we could before heading out.

So I headed off to Anna's leaving drinks at Arizona. They were all sitting around outside. God knows why since it was fucking freezing after a southerly change. Anyway Ash had shown up to work drinks, came to Arizona for a bit, then left again for Dan's celebratory dinner. Dodgy Steve showed up, on his way to my work to meet me. We had a few beers then headed back to work, where we sat around my computer listening to choons and having a few more beers. Now this is where things started getting bit fuzzy. Jacks, who was on call for the weekend, and hence not drinking, turned up and drove Steve and me out for dinner. Now the next day I had entirely forgotten dinner, and most of Vespa that we went to afterwards.

Apparently although nice, as always when I trashed, I managed to spill every bodies drinks by knocking over the table, and felt pretty seedy the next day. Apparently Ash was also munted when we met up with him later, but to be honest he looked stone cold sober to me!

Next day I dragged myself out of bed and had one of those showers where your hair hurts, then drove Ems car to the Saturday morning car mart.

Basically you pay $20 they give you a sign. You park the car in lot with heaps of other cars and wait for the punters.
The $20 lets you come back as many times as you like until you sell the car.

That afternoon was Anna little brothers wedding. I was there as moral support for Anna, and to soak up yummy food and booze.