Author: koalie

the Deathly Hallows

I’ve been quite ignorant about the Harry Potter 7th book, although I’ve bought and read the others before. And then, about 10 days prior to the release, I chatted briefly with Richard who mentioned he had ordered it and would receive it at 8 a.m. on the morning of the release. I started to consider I could order it on Amazon. I also meant to order the DVD of Young Frankenstein.

A couple days before the release, the book was available. It wasn’t an option to receive it on the Saturday morning. Nevermind, I was already happy it was available. I forgot to order the DVD, though.

So I’ve had the book a few days now. I won’t be as fast as a bunch of colleagues who have already devoured it 😉

The only person getting his work done by Friday is Robinson Crusoe

[This post originally appeared in Dullicious, where I blogged as Barbie-dull for several years.]

Pascale forwarded a joke which was titled “The only person getting his work done by Friday was Robinson Crusoe“.

Of the 20 signs “You Need a Really Long Vacation” and “You Are "Burned Out" Because of Work“, here’s my selection:

  • You refer to the tomatoes grown in your garden as deliverables.
  • You think a “half-day” means leaving at 5 o’clock.
  • You leave for a party and instinctively take your ID badge.

Size matters

At my last visit at the office yesterday, somebody had brought somthing for me from somebody, and gave it to somebody to give to me. She was mysterious about it. “Maybe you lent someone spoons and a t-shirt”.

That didn’t ring any bell. And then I found a plastic bag. Spoons. I saw them and I knew instantly 🙂 I should have known right away, in fact.

Chaals travels so much that one day he showed me a metallic spoon that he had gotten on a plane. Or Maybe it was a mettalic spoon that I had gotten on a plane myself. Anyway, I started to collect them and Chaals is the purveyor of fine metallic spoons. Thanks, my friend.

As to what my colleague referred to as a t-shirt, now. It was far too small to be a t-shirt. I saw a small lump of white fabric and letters “size matters”, and I knew instantly 🙂

Chaals had gotten a boxer short. Not any boxer short. The Opera Mini “size matters” one 🙂 The URI is on the back, with red in it, and the motto is on the front.

Thank you, thank you again!

Chaetophobia

I was reminded of a phobia that I have had for as long as I remember. I meant to look the word up and Amy found it: Chaetophobia, the fear of hair. I don’t know how to pronounce it, but I can certainly describe my own version of the phobia.

When I was a kid and my mum was bathing me, I was terrified of floating hair in the water. So I already had long hair at the time. I remember curling up as far as I could from these long, threatening, floating and offensive threats. My word was “thread”, as in “there is a thread”. My mother had to remove the floating “thread(s)” from the water.

Now I don’t curl up so much, but I’m still really bugged by the occasional strand(s) of detached hair. A lot.

I don’t mind attached hair at all. How funny to make the distinction.