A day in the life
Today when I woke up, things wern't good. I was nervous enough to feel nausious about it, completely freaking out.

Went on location to deploy some products. Everthing went smoothly, and there was pavlova. I had no pavlova.

Then I came back here, and I found a cookie on my desk.

I ate the cookie.

Now all is well again.

I say cookie, because I suspect it was from Subway. Biscuits that come from Subway are cookies as far as I'm concerned - buiscuits are things like YoYos, scotch fingers, monte carlos, and TimTams. The thin chewie stuff you get from Subway and other places like that are definitely cookies. This personal defenition of what is a cookie and what is a biscuit is far from universal. It's not even a typical Australian oppinion. It's simply that if it bends when I hold it by one edge, I call it a cookie. Cornflake cookies, for example, are cookies. When cooked right, they should be soft and chewy. A butterscotch buscuit, however, should not be soft. It should be baked crunchy and crumbly, and should posibly make a nice snapping noise when you bite it. If it crumbles, it's a biscuit.

These are the important matters that I ponder when I really should be doing work.

So long.

"Oh sir, you just take my breath away."
~ The Little Water Song
- posted by Washi @ 2:13 pm