Ma-ai-hii, ma-ai-huu, ma-ai-hoo, ma-ai-haha.
Well it's not true. I secretly love him dearly but if WSO doesn't stop impersonating him whilst I am trying to do this staff paper, I shall firmly thrust this USB stick into his eyeball.
In the Numanian man's calendar, every day is filled with joy and ma-ai-ness. Add to that an open mouthed quotient of infinity, and you've got all the makings of a veritable classic.
Over the course of the short one minute and thirty eight seconds the Numa Numa man's happiness is unveiled. And it is every bit as compelling and richly textured as Bach's Fuga a 5 voci, just to take but one example.
In hues of delight, wonder and rapture as any work in the Shakespearean-esque oeuvre is executed, we are drawn to the Numa Numa man. We grow to love him with the abandon of Jo Beth Taylor wrestling playfully with a handsome stranger in the Crown carpark, with the obsessive commitment Jennifer Jason Leigh showed to mimicking Bridget Fonda's every move circa 1992 or with the mad blood lust like ways of Billy Zane just three years earlier when presented with Nicole Kidman's mound of ginga goodness.
Now back to work Kid A!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
An ode to the fiscally conservative
No. This is not a rant about contractionary fiscal policy.
This is a tribute to a man. A man who likes to save a coin like no one else I know. A man who challenges himself on a daily basis to keep his $ in his savings account and not let it escape to another place - like in a cash register at a clothing store or in the plate at church on Sunday or anywhere else you could think of putting some spare cash...
Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked now...
Oh yes, today's story goes as follows.
Picture this - walk in to the foyer of my building and I'm already feeling the Monday FAIL. I get into the lift and see the man of the hour. Conservation goes along the following lines:
Kid A: That suitcase is quite spiffy TA.
TA: I know. Samsonite is a really good brand. They can certainly make a robust briefcase.
Kid A: Yeah it is a good brand. It's always used in movie scenes when people handcuff their wrists to suitcases. Hehehehe.
TA: Mmmm. So anyway, I got it at Daimaru.
*makes puppy dog eyes which suggests that I should ask how much he paid for it*
Kid A: Oh wow - so you've had it for awhile then.
TA: Yeah it was 75% off in 2001 or 2002 at the closing down sale.
Kid A: Bargain!
TA: Oh yes, I wouldn't have got it if it was full price. I never pay full price.
Kid A: Yeah I only get out of bed for 30% off.
TA: Mmmm. So anyway, I'll show you some of my favourite features.
Kid A: Yes, please do.
TA: Look if you open it vertical, it is like a compendium for files and the like. And horizontal, it is a briefcase.
*Ping*
"Level 35"
Kid A: I would love to hear more about this fabulous suitcase but I must head off now. Bye TA.
TA: Bye Kid A.
As far as this purchase goes, it is another in a long history of cheap skate-ness. This is the guy who put together a bike for his wife for $8 from Pick-A-Part parts, the guy who got married in the Registry Office as it was the most cost-effective option, the guy who bought 10 slabs of Pepsi Max at Campbell's Cash N Carry for $50 and had it in his office for a little over a year...
I wonder what it would be like to have such discipline?
This is a tribute to a man. A man who likes to save a coin like no one else I know. A man who challenges himself on a daily basis to keep his $ in his savings account and not let it escape to another place - like in a cash register at a clothing store or in the plate at church on Sunday or anywhere else you could think of putting some spare cash...
Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked now...
Oh yes, today's story goes as follows.
Picture this - walk in to the foyer of my building and I'm already feeling the Monday FAIL. I get into the lift and see the man of the hour. Conservation goes along the following lines:
Kid A: That suitcase is quite spiffy TA.
TA: I know. Samsonite is a really good brand. They can certainly make a robust briefcase.
Kid A: Yeah it is a good brand. It's always used in movie scenes when people handcuff their wrists to suitcases. Hehehehe.
TA: Mmmm. So anyway, I got it at Daimaru.
*makes puppy dog eyes which suggests that I should ask how much he paid for it*
Kid A: Oh wow - so you've had it for awhile then.
TA: Yeah it was 75% off in 2001 or 2002 at the closing down sale.
Kid A: Bargain!
TA: Oh yes, I wouldn't have got it if it was full price. I never pay full price.
Kid A: Yeah I only get out of bed for 30% off.
TA: Mmmm. So anyway, I'll show you some of my favourite features.
Kid A: Yes, please do.
TA: Look if you open it vertical, it is like a compendium for files and the like. And horizontal, it is a briefcase.
*Ping*
"Level 35"
Kid A: I would love to hear more about this fabulous suitcase but I must head off now. Bye TA.
TA: Bye Kid A.
As far as this purchase goes, it is another in a long history of cheap skate-ness. This is the guy who put together a bike for his wife for $8 from Pick-A-Part parts, the guy who got married in the Registry Office as it was the most cost-effective option, the guy who bought 10 slabs of Pepsi Max at Campbell's Cash N Carry for $50 and had it in his office for a little over a year...
I wonder what it would be like to have such discipline?
Saturday, May 2, 2009
What grinds my gears #5 - the wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube man
If I see just one more of these things, I will slit my wrists with a cheese grater. An exceptionally slow and painful death.
These WWAFT man has the following entirely (not so) useful purposes:
Fill in for you when you are giving a presentation on budget increases or something that requires upward hand movements
Hate them, hate them, hate them.
And why didn't Carlton win for Pratt? Hate them too.
And the KFC I ate for lunch is not only smeared all over my keyboard (yuck), it has had some untoward effects in the liquidity department (imodium may be the answer here). Hate that too.
The only thing not hated right at the moment is .... ummmmmmm.... ?
These WWAFT man has the following entirely (not so) useful purposes:

Hate them, hate them, hate them.
And why didn't Carlton win for Pratt? Hate them too.
And the KFC I ate for lunch is not only smeared all over my keyboard (yuck), it has had some untoward effects in the liquidity department (imodium may be the answer here). Hate that too.
The only thing not hated right at the moment is .... ummmmmmm.... ?
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