Anecdotal evidence
I'm going into hospital for a hip replacement tomorrow. I'm strangely excited. No-one likes surgery, of course, but I'm looking at it as just another adventure. And I do like adventure. More importantly, I've started planning all the things I'm going to do once I'm all healed up - and the list is looking good.
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On caring more than you should
Merlin Mann on Back to Work #55:
Contrary to what you might believe, there is a surprising amount to be...
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A life hackHours shaved off every day? Innumerable.
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Lazy Sunday.
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Riiiight.
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Frog in the big city.
My machine my machine Gun
Please bring my machine gun
My machine gun my machine gun
Please bring my machine gun
My machine gun my machine gun
Please bring my machine gun
Please bring my machine gun
You’re pulling me back
My machine gun, Please bring my machine gunFrom AP. Lyrics from Wikipedia.
Does this sound to anyone else like lyrics to a first-wave punk song? “‘Bring Me My Machine Gun,’ the obscure 1978 B-side by Boston’s The Scabrous Nasties.”
I’d better get back to work.
(via adamisacson)
Yeah, our Presidency has dialled it up a notch since the days of the Madiba Jive. Granted, the Mbeki Macarena never really took off, but this, this is going to be big.
Watch the faces of the New Zealand rugby team crumple in distress when the Springboks answer their feeble Haka with the mighty Zuma Machine Gun Song. They’re going to cry like little girls.
I <3 my country, and all its quirks.
