a hectic pace

Trying desperately to keep up with my current fast-paced blogging schedule, here is the one for August. That blasted vegetarianism has struck again, leaving me quite ill for the past week and off work. This weekend on-call coverage therefore posed a bit of a problem for my brave departmental leader, but he pulled a small furry animal out of a blind ended resealable container and came away smelling of roses again. He is a hard man to adhere egg to whilst not losing big checked shirt country and western balance on the rolly floating log thing. Gotta smile, gotta try harder next time. It's called temperance apparently: all things in moderation (except marrying your cousin and line dancing) and nothing to excess. The kiwis over the tasman are definitely showing temperance in Beijing and are kindly allowing the other nations to gather in medals so as to foster international goodwill. Commendable. The local media there will unlikely be butchering the queens english with inappropriate usages of the word medal then. Stop Press: the previously unmedalled Nu Zelundurs have medalled with the status quo by medalingly medalling a bronze medal shaped thing.

Back in Black: the winners of the 2008 olympic gold medal for sychronised hairspray application

In order to drown out the incessant background hum that is the olympics, my pod has migrated towards two new to me groups: Paradise Lost and Epica. The former represents the genesis of gothic metal as it emerged from the fusion of doom/death, and the latter displays the symphonic influence on the more recent gothic scene. The foul mouthed shredders with the epic lyrics are returning to Briswegia: speed metallers Dragonforce. Am taking Lachy (equipped with industrial earplugs) who has instructions to count the number of times the band uses the F word, but not to tell his mother about it.