Humour detection fail
Colleague expressing his frustration with doctors being unable to diagnose basic illnesses and injuries.
Me: well medicine isn’t a science you know.
Colleague: no… but, it’s a practice.
My wit is wasted sometimes.
Sailing a cheeseburger over the Grand Canyon, with a monkey co-pilot
Colleague expressing his frustration with doctors being unable to diagnose basic illnesses and injuries.
Let's say you survive a massive earthquake, in which tens of thousands of people are killed, and 60% of buildings are destroyed. What would you most like to receive as aid:
Cause for concern - finding a step-by-step guide to carving a pig carcass on the office printer.
Who knew that Wellington’s suburban cafes were a hotbed of anti-establishment revolutionary rhetoric?
A couple of days ago I decided to call in at a reasonably well-known suburban café for something to eat. This café is attached to a garden centre, so most of the clientele are nanas meeting for tea, or young families spilling fluffies and flinging muffin crumbs about the place. Pleasant enough, but pretty far from the typical Cuba St cafes brimming with tats, piercings and attitude.
So I was somewhat surprised by the discourse coming from the table next to me, which comprised a father and his two 30-something sons. As I tucked into my breakfast, one of the sons, a somewhat angry man, launched into a diatribe about the evils of modern society. It started off innocently enough- the man explained his views on why we don’t need material possessions to be happy, and why far too many people are obsessed with making money, rather than devoting time to other more fulfilling pursuits.
And since I recently decided to pack in a well-paying job in return for a bit of soul-searching and oh-my-goodness-isn’t-life-hard-in-the-third-world-gee-i-sure-do-appreciate-my-life-now travel time, there wasn’t much for me to disagree with.
However, things moved on fairly rapidly from there. I’m not able to document the totality of his views, as it being spewing forth in that frothing way that only the looney left can do. I can recall the following gems:
Judging from the embarrassed looks coming from his table, I don’t think his family was on the same page. They rapidly polished off their soy lattes (oh yes, soy lattes), piled into Dad’s car and took off.
The newspapers have been typically thin over the holiday period, and with most of the journalists on holiday they’ve been resorting to lots of newslite- reviews of the hottest celebrities during the 2000s, predictions for next year. You know, the sort of fluff that is normally in the ‘lifestyle’ section.