Michael Bolton, Office Space
I have been linking the sh-t out of my blogsite this week. Having been born one notch down on the evolutionary ladder than most of the folks I meet as demonstrated by;
a) my simple vocabulary (communication with the rest of the world achieved by pointing, grunting, barring teeth, farting, etc.)
b) an inability to program the VCR (that's a primitive form of the DVD)
c) my tendency to sit in a cage flinging dung at tourists
d) a friendship group that consists of several equally un-evolved Collingwood supporters (easily identifiable with their sloping foreheads, hairy knuckles, inability to program...etc.)
Where was I? Yah, so I figured it was about time to find out from my housemate Darren, an RMIT lecturer and a nerdly sort (ie, he can type things on the computer that doesn't cause a neighborhood blackout), how to do some basic...stuff...on the internet. And I do mean basic. It must have been an annoying task for him as most of our dialogues were along the lines of;
Me: Darren! Darren!The flat, magic, word-box has gone blank!
Darren: The...? Do you mean the monitor?
Me: Ugh. (Probably means yes)
Darren: Well, first of all put down the crowbar. You won't need that.
Me: Ugh! Ugh! (Bares teeth. Thumps chest angrily.)
So bottom line my blogsite looks slightly less amaturish than before. Some links- the highlighted words-are also pretty durn funny.
The double y chromosomed,