Part three of stuff seen in toilets.
A Sunday morning, preparing to head into work, and the US Government (on The Bionic Man) have managed to lose a prototype Atomic weapon. They tell Steve that they have to get it back before "it falls into the wrong hands". And the thought occurs - hasn't it just fallen out of the wrong hands?
Waiting in St Lukes for (a) the school production shopping to be over and (b) my politics to adjust to that smell of slightly hysterical consumption. Even a hardened Marxist finds it difficult to resist the lure of material goods.
Last night, after seeing FritzLang's 'Spies' I had the good fortune to experience, yet again, the soul-sapping joy that is the casino. Madness.
Still, a glass of Mac's Solstice, some deep-fried stodge and a view of Mt Eden. There's worse ways to spend a Saturday. Which reminds me ... The marking ...
Two things this morning. First, I sent out my first haiku to all the unsecured Bluetooth phones on the bus. Twas hilarious. Well, mildly diverting at least.
Second, I stopped under a fabulous tree and recorded a thrush singing, whilst all the white noise of New Lynn continued apace. It's the small things, eh?
I mentioned this in passing today but I've really come to recognise one of the problems with my new mobile device. Using the calender function has really bought home exactly how much time is spent rushing, as it were, from pillar to post. Still, with that complaint made, I still managed to find time to sort out my mobile blogging. So, for all my whining, I hane more ways to accont for, and waste, my time.
More from the series 'Stuff Seen in Toilets'
I think I've sorted out blogging from my phone. I think.
Anyway - a snap from Truffaut's 'The 400 Blows' which we watched tonight and, below that, a picture from a growing collection called' stuff seen in toilets'.
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Dan Wagner said:
not on bus were webut in silence imaginewhat it could have been read more
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