justanotherfuckedupdayintheoffice

With great appreciation I just found out that the Deep Thoughts by Jack H. (see correct spelling in title line) are (well actually were, more later) available as WP plugin! Just to find out that the real Jack H. (indeed, he’s to be one of us, a boofing, blurping human) has prevented the thing from happening.

this is quite schade.

Poorturkgeesh. You can consider yourself (or Youssouf) poorturkgeesh if you can prove (or have traceable ancestors that are willing to prove) that you didn’t earn any money during the Turkish occupation of the county of Portugal (A victory over the Muslims at Ourique in 1139 is traditionally taken as the occasion when Portugal is transformed from a county (County of Portugal as a fief of the Kingdom of León and Castile) into an independent kingdom).

I really have to find a way to make my bladder portable. It would be excellent if I could not leave my chair when I need to use the bathroom. Maybe I can work something out with an RC toy of some kind…

The French, supported by the Dutch, have built a wall between New York and Sydney.

Santé!

I just realized that it took hurting myself, in one of the fingers I use to unbutton my pants, for me to fully grasp the concept of thinking outside the box.

5 days out of the office, 461 unread mails. where’s my shotgun, Courtney (*)?

I was coming up from lunch when, suddenly, it stroke me: Consider that prostitution is the oldest profession in the world.

This means that virtually all my co-workers had a prostitute for his/her great great great great … mother.

I’m pretty sure that this morning, when I arrived at the office, everyone that knows where I live could tell the wind direction just by looking at my hair.

One thing I always found worthy of a Doctorate thesis was those awkward moments when you hold a door for someone at the office. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a true gentleman (just look at my extremely British login name), I do hold doors for (almost) everyone but I feel I must start a discussion on this subject.

Ever noticed that there is always this awkward moment in time where the person you are holding the door for is just a little bit too far away and you consider to yourself (in a single though) whether to let go or continue to hold it a little longer? How do you make that decision?

I usually think of it in attraction and/or degrees of likeness to the person in question: If it’s a girl, it depends if she’s cute or not; if it’s a guy, do I actually talk to this guy at all? Is he a prick? Should I just slam the door on his face?

What are your thoughts on this?