I don't care what they say!

Toilet humor IS funny!



Interesting side note: The hole in a toilet is made out of the same stuff as the hole in a donut!

Seriously guys, it wasn't my fault!

A week of this Blog has simply VANISHED! I mean, three updates a week is the benchmark... Yet this is the first post since last Monday?

Terrible.

However, I have a reasonable explanation. You see, I was stuck in a Hedge-Maze!

This Hedge-Maze to be exact.

It all began when I was reminiscing about Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (not that I read Children's books or is, in any way, affiliated with Witchcraft and Wizardry) and decided to do a search of local Hedge Mazes.

Success!

There was one not far away, only about 90 minutes drive. So, with the companionship of my trusty sidekick (and Girlfriend) I journeyed North until we saw this:


Which lead us to this:


Which, from the conveniently located 'watch tower' gave us the (less impressive view than promised) view of this:


Our mission was to find our way to the middle of the maze, bask in the glory of the fountain we would find there and journey out. We made it to the center, as photographic proof shows here:


But, unfortunately, I didn't make it out until just this morning...

Or did I?

Well, it wouldn't be a very good excuse if I didn't!

Nate-Runio!

My amazingly amazing sweetheart got me these today:



They are called 'Free Runs' because they have been designed on the premises that your shoe isn't structurally designed to run around in heavily padded shoes and, by using all that soft and squishy padding, you might actually be doing more harm than good- effectively blinding your feet from reacting to its surface.

So, in short, they are super light and super flexible to give you that "I'm like a little kid running around doing whatever I want at top speed and never having to slow down to do anything in the entire world ever ever ever" feeling.

The downside of this, is that they use muscles that the average-shoe-wearing joe has neglected for the majority of his average-shoe-wearing life. Therefore, Nike (and every other website I've visited for guidance) recommends you start slow, jogging only short distances or walking, until your foot becomes acclimatised to its new shell.

Regardless of that, I did 2kms this morning and just jogged out another 5km then, they make running extremely enjoyable (especially when you combine it with my newest nerdy hobby, geocaching =)

What up Techno-G?

Do you ever think back to your life, say, ten or fifteen years ago? Before the internet, before Facebook, before YouTube… Before you could Google your house and see what's in your neighbours backyard? Before you could buy everything you wanted with the click of a button?

I remember trying to get a copy of Pokémon Blue for Gameboy colour. I had to wait an entire month for my local toy store to order it in- a whole MONTH! These days I could just order it online and wait 3-5 business days. Even better, I could download the game and have it instantly!

And keeping in touch with people… I don't even remember how I did it before Facebook! I have a vague recollection of it resulting in a large phone bill, so I assume a lot of texting was involved, but it's hazy at best. Facebook has become the social norm, before that there was Myspace and before that, you could just chat on MSN. How did people stay in touch before that? I'm not sure I know.

And the pure volume of information available to everyone! I can recall being amazed when I got to play with my first software based encyclopaedia. I could type in 'Dinosaur' and KABAM, there was five or six pages of information on Dinosaurs. Compare that to what we can access now and that encyclopaedia was… crap.

So, keeping all this in mind, understanding how lucky I (and anyone reading this) is to live in a time with so much information at our fingertips, I guess there's not much else to say but this:

Beware of Blog-Monster!

Memo From Staff

Your Sweetheart is not a Condiment!

I was thinking, as I often do throughout the day, and I came upon the realisation that every time I see my lovely, wonderful, amazing, significant other, I call her something stupid.

Nothing TOO stupid mind you, and nothing that anyone would normally pick up on. However, when you put it down on paper (or in this case, photoshop) you realise just how stupid it actually is.


And of course this is only enhanced with the addition of pretty colours.

Which brings me to my next point- why bother being original? Do girls get a kick out of a syllable they haven't heard before added in reference to their name? Is it really better to do something differently just for the sake of being different?



A chicken crossing a road to get to the other side accomplishes the same goal as a chicken crossing the road for any other reason. Right? (Although, for some hilarious variations to that chickens reasoning, see here)

I guess what it comes down to, for me at least, is do I want to be thoughtful, or efficient.

...

How romantic is efficiency?

I Grow Weary of Study!

University is killing my energy levels. I've got basketball tonight and I'm worn out from sitting down and typing for the last three hours.

I wish I played a sport that didn't require so much constant running...