I know of four categories of people. People who hold no truck with New Year resolutions, people who make resolutions knowing full well that they are going to break them, people who make resolutions thinking they are going to keep them who then fail and finally people who make new year resolutions and keep them. [...]
Archive for December, 2003
I know of four categories of people.
Posted in Articles on December 31, 2003 | 1 Comment »
Out of the 3 billion pages there is only 1 page that matches.
Posted in Articles on December 30, 2003 | Leave a Comment »
Now I’m not sure if all of the fair readers of the site will be aware of this phenomenon but it’s out there and so I feel it is time for me to document it. I’m sure you’ve all used the search engine google from time to time. If you haven’t then you should, it’s [...]
Yeah. Working with Fartus.
Posted in Fiction on December 29, 2003 | Leave a Comment »
“Do you remember Mr. Fantus from school?” “Yeah. We used to call him Mr. Fartus.” “That’s him.” “Man he had the worst B.O.” “He still has.” “What do you mean, ‘still has?” “I’m working with him now.” “Really? Working with Fartus.” “Yeah and it’s incredible. He’s still got the same old nasty suits, same old [...]
You see an easy question.
Posted in Fiction on December 26, 2003 | Leave a Comment »
“Are you scared of commitment?” “No, but I’m scared of you!” “Why? Why should you be scared of me?” “Because you’re the kind of person who would ask questions like, ‘Are you scared of commitment’.” “And what’s wrong with that? Everybody in every relationship is allowed to ask questions like that.” “No in every relationship [...]
A star, said Steve.
Posted in Fiction on December 25, 2003 | Leave a Comment »
“There it is again.” “What? What am I looking for?” Melchior was upset, he had just been having a particularly nice dream about a hand-maiden that he had in his employ when Steve had woken him. He spoke again, he put an upset tone into his voice, “What, am, I, looking, for?” “A star,” said [...]
Well. Chicken butt.
Posted in Fiction on December 24, 2003 | Leave a Comment »
Two men are walking slowly across a bridge in London. They have just been for a lunch at the company they used to work at. The company that was their s until they were retired. They had a great time at the dinner. They caught up with the old codgers, and told the youngsters what [...]
Tom could see Jack couldn’t he?
Posted in Fiction on December 23, 2003 | Leave a Comment »
Jack was wedged between the vacuum cleaner and the coats. The nozzle of the hose was sticking into his arm, but he felt safe. It was dark under the stairs, but not the scary kind there wasn’t enough space for shadows. He was depressed, what did Tom know about Father Christmas anyway? Jack decided there [...]
Jenna was not happy.
Posted in Fiction on December 22, 2003 | Leave a Comment »
Jenna was not happy. She was not happy because two girls who she had thought liked her had not given her a Christmas card even though they had spare ones on their desks and she walked past there three times. Jenna was not happy because Wahkeem had been mean about her name. Which wasn’t even [...]
They steal my skin.
Posted in Articles on December 19, 2003 | Leave a Comment »
Today the return of one half of a conversation. For those who haven’t experienced this here are the previous articles: [It's a cheese and wine party not a cheese and cheese party] and [Today another one half of a conversation]. These are all real conversations where only one half of the conversation was available. And [...]
I’ve been sick.
Posted in Articles on December 18, 2003 | Leave a Comment »
Some of my regular readers may have been wondering what’s been going on these last few weeks. Well let me tell you something. I’ve been sick. Really not well. But I’m better now. Not totally better of course, but I am better than I was at the worst of it. So yes, there’s not much [...]
