December 11th, 2002

live in colour

Word up my internet homeies... kicking it with the LJ posse...

Ok first a quick word about that meeting I had yesturday with my manager. It went well. As well as realistically could be expected. I've got clarification on some points, and will be getting more on others soon. Also an induction has been organised (3 months into the job - although they call it "requested further induction"). So... we'll see.

Today went well....

*listens to the multitudes gasp*

Yes amasingly a day of mine went well.. not a single gripe!

Well... ok one... but just one I swear! ITS FREAKING COLD HERE! Cold in such a way that while not that low (a few degrees C still) it still freezes! argh.. and my room is FREEZING at night! argh...

Right... now thats over with.

Today was a good day.. for three reasons.

One. I watched Highlander. I love this film and recently managed to get it on video.. I'm sorry but I just can't sit through it and not laugh at the line "I am chief metalurgisht to tha king of shpain" sure you are sean... sure you are... plus I love the soundtrack and it rawks overall :)

Two. Twas a good night at the club. A VERY good night. We had a jazz singer in called Lillian Boutté. She's great. I cannot stress how good she is. Or how famous! Truely if you want to see Jazz, blues, or soul.. The Hermit is where its at. I even got a signed CD and a big hug from her *beams* She's back on May 27th! I'm there!

Three. More filmage. When I got back in there was a fabulous french film about to start called Doberman. Loved it.. brilliant modern crime action movie. Not as good script wise as something like Boon Dock Saints.. but much slicker and just as good.

So yes... couple all of that wth a productive day at work... as well as fun. Its all good.

Quick joke to leave you with...
In a train car there was a Canadian, an American, a spectacular looking blonde, and a frightfully awful looking fat lady. After several minutes into the trip, the train happens to pass through a dark tunnel and the unmistakable sound of a slap is heard. When they leave the tunnel, the American had a big red slap mark on his cheek
The blonde thought - "That American son of a bitch wanted to touch me and by mistake, he must have put his hand on the fat lady, who in turn must have slapped his face."
The fat lady thought - "This dirty old American laid his hands on the blonde and she smacked him."
The American thought - "That fucking Canadian put his hand on that blonde and by mistake she slapped me."
The Canadian thought - "I hope there is another tunnel soon so I can smack that stupid American again."
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