Following my current them of embarrassing my friends through use of my camera, here are three things learned over the weekend:
Last year the American Royal Society of Chemistry requested “retch-inducing neglected workplace coffee cups” to mark the 75th anniversary of the discovery of penicillin.
I think I'll wash my work tea mug in the morning.
Don't you hate it when you walk into a public toilet (to use the facilities) and find other people's pubic hairs? Is it that they don't notice that they're dropping right there on the seat? Little black curly hairs on a white seat aren't too difficult to spot, and it's not like they can get there on their own.
Am I asking too much for you people to pick up your own pubic hairs?
(Yes, this is what having a child does for you; I am now comfortable ranting about bodily functions and pubic hairs on the Internet)
Having just returned from Russell and April's wedding (a lovely event, if a long time coming), I must now keep a promise/threat. I therefore inflict you all with a picture of Matt's (never before seen) legs:
No, despite temptation, I did not try to take a photo of whatever was under that kilt. Even I have limits, you know.
Modern cars have computers, computers have software, and software has easter eggs (hidden features with little or no purpose). I guess it was only a matter of time, but the BMW M3's sequential manual gearbox has an actual easter egg.
Switch off the stability system and select shift program six. Switch the engine to sport mode. With the hand shifter in drive, hold it in the downshift position and press the gas pedal. The engine will rev to the preprogrammed rpm and hold. Now release the shifter. The car will launch forward violently and the engine's revs will climb quickly, so be prepared to upshift.
Putting easter eggs like this into cars is obviously a little different to other software: using it too many times in Europe actually voids your warranty.
I can only imagine what sort of hidden features they'll think of to put in our Internet-enabled fridges and toasters.
Fashion is a funny thing. Those that know me understand that my idea of fashion is to choose a look and just ride out the changes. Eventually fashion will catch up to wherever I am. Long hair is out, long hair is in, and then long hair is out again. That's okay, I'll stay here and wait for it to come back. It's happened at least three times so far.
Some people say this is a silly concept, that I can't just choose anything and expect fashion to eventually agree with me. If that were the case, would we have clothes that provides the illusion of tattoos, clothing that makes us look naked (and furry at the same time), or clothing that is stolen form Middle Earth? If you can think of it, it's almost guaranteed to become the height of fashion within your lifetime.
So for those of us that can't keep up with the hectic pace of fashion (or just can't manage to colour coordinate first thing in the morning), just stick with what makes you feel like you. You'll save having to replace your entire wardrobe every six months because the fashionable shade of green has changed, and you'll be able to spend more time laughing at the funny things that other people are wearing “for fashion”.
Fashion will catch up sooner or later; you can wait to be cool.
