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Via Pixeldiva. Me in the office working on wedding thingies with NKL
in the background, doing exactly the same.
1. Take a picture of yourself right now.
2. Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair...just take a picture.
3. Post that picture with NO editing.
4. Post these instructions with your picture.
5. Add it to the Pool.
There's nothing like Facebook for eavesdropping on hilarious conversations.
Today, as part of the run-up to the whole "wedding thing", I went to the dentist for a check-up and clean, in order that my gnashers will look their best in the wedding photos. The conversation went something like this:
Dentist: "So it's been eight years since you've been to a dentist? It's definitely a good idea to go every eight years alright..."Me: "ROFL!"
Dentist: "Okay then, lets have a look"
(several minutes pass while numbers are called out, seemingly at random)
Dentist: "your teeth are perfect. How did you do that? I don't understand how some people don't get a check-up for eight years and still have perfect teeth"
Me: "I don't understand how it's too hard or inconvenient to brush your teeth twice a day, and take care of them"
Dentist: "if everyone was like you I'd be out of a job"
Me: "WOCL*!"
(my parts have been translated from the native "GRRHrHrhnrhrhaaaahnnnslurp"-type speech you have when your mouth is full of water-jets, scrapers and Hoovers)
*Writhing On Chair Laughing
So myself and Andy (who you may know from The Podcast) and Adrian went to Amsterdam for my Stag Weekend, which Adrian liked to refer to as a "Stag Do", but I thought was more of a "Stag Don't". It went thusly:
Friday: Arrive in Airport at 6.45am, realise the flight left 45 minutes ago, panic, go to Aer Lingus desk where nice lady changes our flight for a small fee. Praise lord I didn't book with Ryanair.
Get to Amsterdam at midday-ish, check in, go STRAIGHT TO (after getting totally lost for about an hour) ABRAXAS COFFEESHOP and proceed to [redacted] on some of the "local herbs".
Meet Adrian, who was flying from London, back at Prinsen Hotel. Chill out for a while and get ready for dinner (where "get ready" means [redacted])
Go to Cafe De Koe for dinner. Have an INCREDIBLE Tuna steak (crispy on the outside, sushi on the inside... Mmmm...) while the lads tuck into their ostrich steaks. Proceed upstairs afterwards for beverages and multiple games of pinball. Awesome!
Saturday:Wake up late (as in after breakfast), [redacted]. Go to some random place for breakfast.
Go to NEMO. Make huge, person-sized bubbles, take amusing photos, watch some dude mess up his Rube Goldberg-esque contraption, generally have good clean geeky fun!
Be very surprised by the fact that there's a sun terrace and bar on the roof of the science museum! Get beer. [redacted]. Be told by random NEMO dude in yellow t-shirt that "err... You can't schmoke weed here guysh". Cool, no problem. Wait until NEMO guy disappears, [redacted].
Go to Liverpool FC v Stoke City in Durty Nelly's Irish Pub. Drink beer. Eat chips. Have half-time [redacted]. Watch a really, really boring football match. Complain. Watch goals in West Ham v Newcastle match on other side of bar.
Back to hotel, get ready (for real this time, change clothes, freshen up, etc). [redacted].
Go to SupperClub Amsterdam. Eat amazing food in an amazing place. Dance furiously between courses. Impress tasty Spanish ladies with awesome dance moves. Big Fish, Little Fish, Cardboard Box. Fantastic.
Walk back to hotel, in desperate need of a toilet. Find "outdoor urinal" and investigate. Not as bad as pissing in the street, not as nice as your average public loo.
Buy munchie food. Go back to hotel. [redacted] (again) and stuff face. Fall asleep in bed full of Pringles.
Sunday: Breakfast in some nice Pancake place near Dam square that I'd been trying to find all weekend. Very nice.
Go to Vondelpark to chill out and [redacted] whatever we have left (FAIL: we had to throw away some of the "local herbs" that were remaining). Take photos. Chat. Chill. Watch the world go by very very s-l-o-w-l-y...
Pick up bags from hotel, go to airport, tearful farewell (to the CITY not EACH OTHER), go home.
Verdict: 10 out of 10. Did everything I wanted to do, in the company of two of my very bestest mates. Three weeks to go until the wedding. AAAAARRRRRGGGGH!
(This post has been poorly edited to disguise the shenanigans)
A Mythbuster demonstrates how helium turns you into Donald Duck, and sulfur hexafluoride turns you into SATAN (or, a butch lesbian, depending on your point of view).
[via Kottke]
BIG FUCKING SCARY SPIDER PHOTO = Increase in visitors and page views (approx 15%-20%). Experiment deemed "SUCCESSFUL", results noted.
Continue experimentation with photos of daddy-long-legs, big moths, bees, bluebottles, dead mice and rats, animal droppings, broken childrens' toys and discarded home appliances. Note pageviews on a per day basis and report.
That is all.
Fucking HUGE SPIDER over at our bin store. Scary. It was like huge. I know there's no poisonous spiders in this part of the world but when you turn around and this motherfucker is looking at you, you shit yourself, poison or no.
I (as in we) haven’t posted in a while, so I though I’d change that by sharing this NERD-LARIOUS rap video about the Large Hadron Collider at CERN, Switzerland.
You have to be an ÜBER-nerd to write, and video, a rap song about a gigantic atom-smasher. The best things is, if you listen to the lyrics (and read the helpful subtitles) you will almost definitely (unless you’re a HUGE NERD) learn something about the LHC. All the science is spot-on. And it rhymes.
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