A little while ago I wrote about a bunch of odd things I found on the internet, or lurking on my hard drive.
And by “a little while ago”, I meant yesterday, or three and a half years ago. I’m not much for set deadlines.
But as it turns out, the inked-in-blood contract I signed with Jenny had some fine print. Apparently if I don’t write a follow-up, she gets my immortal soul.
She also gets my DVD of SHAUN OF THE DEAD, which I consider a lot more valuable, and slightly less worn out.
So guess what, we’re going back for a second look at whatever the hell I find today. I’ll even add helpfully descriptive headings this time. Continue reading “Weird shit reviews vol 2: Come on my house”
Well, it’s nearly Christmas, and you know what that means, don’t you?
It means I’ll send this Yuletide-themed bunch of words to Jenny, and she’ll post it in mid-May to make me look like a twat.
She’ll also keep taunting me with the phrase “Jammie Dodgers”, knowing I can’t buy them in New Zealand.
But the other thing it means is that the workplace tradition of the Secret Santa has come around again. Along with other workplace traditions, such as getting drunk at the office party and snogging someone regrettable.
My Sant-ee this year was a fairly new employee, a few decades younger than me. Also, female. This meant the usual hilariously-unfunny gag bloke gifts were off the table. Anyone want to buy a pair of novelty boxer shorts, unworn?
So, to increase my odds of finding something she liked, I grabbed a bunch of random things. Things that got more random as I looked for those last few things to fill a Christmas Box o’ Crap.
So I wrote her a letter to try and explain my thought process.
Which then became a blog post, like what you are reading now.
But first, this:
Continue reading “The Secret Santa Box o’ Crap”