Riddle me this!

Q: What did Bill Clinton say to Hillary Clinton when she pulled out of the race to the White House?
A: Close, but no cigar.

Street Performance

Over Easter the City of Fremantle held a festival of Street Performers, so having eaten all the chocolate eggs I could manage I waddled down to the Port to see what was on show.

The first time I saw this guy doing a show was late last year, and I was in the City with a Good Friend, and while we were wandering about, from the distance came the sound of wailing Bagpipes.Now I'm not really a fan of Bagpipe music, but pair it up with a guy in a leather kilt, with lots of ink, and I'll just about listen to anything. This Performer goes by the name Cam McAzie (a.k.a. The BadPiper), and obviously the tartan of the McAzie clan is leather.
Here he is Rocking out at street level, oh did I forget to mention he does this strange sort of Bagpipe/Rock fusion thing. (lets have another picture)

Notice that between November and late March his hair has changed color.....

See, this is November and his hair is Orange,

And late March his hair has changed to Cyan/Blue.

But of course it was his hair you were all paying attention to.
Lets have another picture.

Now before everyone thinks I'm turning into some kind of celebrity stalker, I have to say, that he does a good show, and actually is very entertaining. I kind of think this sort of street performance needs to be encouraged, So even though I am not a fan of Bagpipe music, I bought one of his CD's, on both occasions. (Hey the first CD has a track called "Bear Buttocks", what can I say..) I you are interested in Bagpipe/Rock, Google "Cam McAzie", "Bad Piper" or "Kilted Generation", and if you're interested in guys in Leather Kilts, with lots of ink, Google him anyway.

Spelling, Spelling, Spelling....

I was traveling in an elevator at a multi level car park, when doors closed I noticed this amusing little scribble. Now honestly, this made me laugh. Why? because everyone stares at the back of the doors in elevators, it's part of the whole etiquette of avoiding eye contact, and not getting into awkward conversation with the psycho, who very possibly has a knife, and will kill you for loose change. So whoever wrote this definitely has a sense of humor, knowing that they can insult hundreds of people all of whom will look at the back of the door. I guess whats funniest is some people would take this seriously, and if they did take it seriously then they probably would be cnuts. However I wish that the humorous little spark had written "you're" instead of "your", I just know I am going to have to go back there with my sharpie and correct that tiny error.

St Valentines Day Mascara

I believe that St Valentine should be renamed the Patron Saint of Stalking, what was the miracle that Valentine performed to gain sainthood. According to Wikipedia (Okay, so I can't be bothered to do proper research) Valentinus was one of several martyred Saints in Ancient Rome. Little is known about Valentinus other than was martyred, most likely to the amusement of some ancient Romans, and how he came to be the Patron Saint of Lovers seems to be entirely down to Chaucer 's"Parliament of Foules" (one assumes that "Foules" is pronounced "Fools" , and not "Fouls"). Somewhere along the way the romantic idea of a "Secret Admirer" has been introduced, and lets be honest, what is a Secret Admirer, if not a stalker. A person who admires you in secret, while naked, probably with very low lighting, surrounded by a collection of secret photographs of you strewn about the floor. So lets not forget the darker side of St Valentines day, a celebration that give validation to all that is creepy in human relations. Why do I believe this?? well while most people on Valentines Day were eating chocolates from heart shaped boxes, and receiving cards from loved ones, what did I receive? Two phone calls from a Heavy Breather. I kid you not!

Did You Know?????

That, when a Duck farts in a pond and there's no one there to hear it, it doesn't have an echo. Ah yes! the New Year is here, and along with it all the promise of the old Year, plus a bit more.

Pubic Topiary for Men, Christmas Edition

Have a very Merry Christmas, and a happy New Year.
(May the presents under your tree give you hours of enjoyment!)

The Payoff

A lot can happen in a month, and the last month has been amazing. After finally graduating I was expecting to spend some time searching for a job, and I went for some interviews, one in particular was a shocker. Some people would have you think that if you have a University education its smooth sailing, I would like to dispel that myth. Possibly the worst job interview I have ever had was for a very large international company whose name starts with "M" and ends with "A", these guys advertise as having a graduate program, but when you get there the first thing you are informed is that in truth you won't be working for them, but their sub-contractor, and in truth won't actually be working for their sub-contractor, but will be a sub-contractor to their sub-contractor. So really, there is no graduate program, and the reason they advertise for graduates, is so they can pass off corporate responsibilities to green programmers, making the unfortunate sub-sub-contractor responsible for future liability for any code written. I'm not going to name the company, but if you haven't guessed who this company is, they make mobile phones, and I have since found out that they make a large part of their business from making chips for land-mines. (personally all the more reason not to work for them). Fortunately I had another interview a few days later, and have landed what could possibly be a dream job, working with great people, doing exciting things, in an amazing location. Which brings me to the photo at the top of this post. I took that a couple of days ago from outside where I now work. This is pretty well the view from my window. Like I said this could be my dream job