Generators & narcissism

Ahahahaha! Me! Me! Me! I! I! I! Feed my ego! Make me a star! No wait - Make me a S U P E R S T A R!!!


Ah generators, you vindicate my parents decision to have me.


At http://www.whatceleb.com/ my birthdate alone indicates that if I 'wanted' to, I could woo Hollywwod beauties such as Milla Jovovich, Charlize Theron, or Pink and they would melt and find we are 90% compatible, 10% incompatibility does not seem too serious an obstacle - it is. Take into account the 10% discrepancy is A) the lack of moolah to book a flight to tinsel town B) the ladies partners and security entourage and C) my wife convulsing on the floor in hysterics over my male fantasies.

Even when I try to define what my problem is at http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/namegen/11099/ my very name (in honour of my great-uncle), depicts me as "I'm a deeply religious kleptomaniac with a winning smile, and a way with the ladies!" and now my wife's feet are kicking the air a la millipede.

Excuse me while I go get her puffer.

Procrastination & RSS news feeds

As you can tell I'm not keeping to the schedule; hectic school holidays here, throw in a few illnesses there, add a couple of blogs vehemently against Topix.net, Syndic8.com et al, garnish with a sprinkling of laziness and voila PROCRASTINATION.
A time honoured recipe.
After serving customers at desk duty, shelving, t & l, Manix, Maori Language week display, researching Montana book awards, shelving, banking, washing dishes, cleaning out the fridge, shelving, balance petty cash, checking in new books, picking gum off the bottom of seats and shelving - I thought now might be a nice time to jump onto the RSS news feeds and I must admit it wasn't too bad.
Although I love typing in the search function and getting 861 results for 'crows feet' in Technorati; majority of the hits were advertisements for plastic surgery centres and anti wrinkle cream products but thats what I get for trying to be a smart alec, I must admit I still prefer to receive my news from the local paper or the tv. I can only handle propaganda from so many outlets.

RSS feed me!

Okay this took a little longer than I thought - the hardest part was actually finding ten feeds I wanted to subscribe to without revealing too much about myself. Paranoia set in, the fact data 'exists' forever in 'Cyberspace' and this data is able to be extracted/hacked into by any techno-savvy 12 year old entering puberty - I'm concerned a total stranger will strike up a conversation, tick all the same interests box, gains my trust and to my demise is actually a psychotic serial killer - made me a bit wary of completing this task. I'm just playing the Devil's advocate, still just a thought. In the end I got over myself and decided to use the 'Interests' section of my CV as the criteria for selection, with a couple more thrown in for good measure. I'm going to hang out at Skycity, safe from manic 12 year olds.

Here's the link:
http://www.bloglines.com/public/UgahBugah

Whats the point of writing...

Whats the point of writing, when you don't know what to write
I scowl and frown, sit around moaning at my plight
I know I should begin with the or even better once
Instead I stare vapid as impersonate a dunce
Web 2.0 I curse the day you appeared on 'To Do' list
Unrelenting, less forgiving when you have a fractured wrist
Oh wait, hang on is that - yes! Wooohooo I've written 50 words!!!
Ahaha quota complete, I'll throw in random bird
Bugger this no more rhyme! RFID commands my time!

On the way to work I was reading George's Marvellous Medicine. As you can see Roald Dahl left quite the impression. Ramble On!