5 Steaks and an Eggplant.

5 Steaks and an Eggplant? That probably means fokal (a socially accepted word) to the billions of you reading this but there's hidden meaning in there somewhere, not to worry.

I was fortunate enough to spend 3 awesome weeks with 4 top guys and 1 top girl (there you go) in Thailand over Christmas.

Now, however, I'm sitting at work.

With no top guys or girls.

Just me.

Sic.

To add to that I came back to a world where I'm in serious debt! My new-years resolution: Whatever. Deal with it. I'm going to steal some wise words from Churchill and say that this year I'm not going to float, I'm going to sail! Not sure how that applies to what I've been saying but... Whatever. The glass is half full. Actually that's a load of balderdash. The glass being half full or half empty depends on a number of things. The most obvious being whether it's being filled up or emptied out. If you not sure of which then the answer would be... 42. Why is that such a common question in interviews? Id love to walk into an interview and just take the interviewer for a ride.

Interviewer: Is the glass half full or half empty?
Me: Yes.
I: What do you mean yes? Thats not one of the options.
M: Ok. 42,then.
I: Again that's not an option. It's either half full or half empty.
M: Yes.
I: Well which is it then?
M: Fantastic.

It's such a stupid question. What's in the glass? If it's a glass of cat piss then I'd have to say it's half empty. Coca Cola on the other hand I'd like to say the glass is half full. There really aren't enough variables in the question. I reckon the correct answer could actually be undefined.
I'll run it by the brains trust/financail advisor later and keep you posted.

Return of the King

I got over writing on this blog, in case you were wondering, but now I'm over being 'over it'. So until I'm over being over being 'over it', random groupings of words shall magically appear on this screen. It won't be me writing, though. I've decided to leave my doppelganger (write that down) in charge.

Expect the unexpected.
Any 'structure' that once existed has gone out the window.
From now on it's just random.

Starting with...

My apartment smells of rich mahogany. (A word not found in the MS Word thesaurus - a tool facebook should implement for an alarmingly large number of users)

So there you have it, rusty at best but it's a start.