The dude sitting next to me is listening to Supertramp and not in a funny, ironic kinda way but in a “I was around when they were first famous kinda way”.
Also, apprently it’s casual dress Friday, it’s like watching your parents walk around without any clothes on, horrific in a brutal car crash kinda way, I just can’t look away.
Even worse are the ones who have still come into the office in a shirt and tie, like when you were at school and on non-uniform day there was always that one sad and lonely kid who came in his school uniform. Imagine the emotional scars, like mini Norman Bates’ in training.
I can’t believe I work here.
Cardigan Wearing; Hot Chocolate Drinking; Glaswegians on Crack; Supernatural Obsessing; Cool-Whip; Cigarette Rolling; Hide-and-Seek Playing; Cup-cake Eating; Origami Crane Making; Francophilia; Dancing in Corridors; Video Games; Pluto; Petitions; Tea; Umbrellas; Singing in the rain and Homoerotic Undertones.
Another two and a half hours and then I’m finished for the weekend. Not bad, not bad at all.
When we were talking about getting an animal recently, I was really really really gunning for a cat, specifically a kitteh such as this one.
I’m not gonna lie though. 50% of the reason I wanted a cat was so I could attempt to immortalise it on the internet via one of the following methods:
The list is in fact endless. I think that when my mother saw the psychopathic glee in my eyes at the mere thought of getting mah hands on a kitteh she decided to get a dog instead. A retarded one.
I wonder if my boss realises that a good 70% of my day consists of browsing these websites. I really really hope not.
A man sits down in front of a gun which is aimed squarely at his head. This is no normal gun, it’s attached to a machine that measures the spin of a quark (that’s a quantum particle for you dumb asses *Anne-Marie*). Depending on the measurement the gun will either fire or it will not. If the particle is measured as spinning in a clockwise motion, the gun will fire, if counterclockwise, it will not. Instead there shall only be a click.
The man takes his seat, draws a shuddering break and pulls the trigger. The gun merely clicks. He pulls the trigger again. Click. Again: click. The man will pull this trigger again and again to the same result, endlessly into eternity and the gun shan’t fire, though functioning properly and with loaded bullets. He shall continue this process for eternity, becoming immortal.
If we travel backwards in time to the very beginning of the experiment, when the man first takes his place in front of the gun and watch. The ma pulls the trigger for te very first time, the quark is measured to be spinning clockwise, the gun fires and the man is shot dead.
But wait. The man already pulled the trigger the first time and lived, he pulled it endless times after that. How can he now be dead? The man is unaware that he is both living and dead (though not the living dead, I hate oxymoron’s). Every Time he pulls the trigger, the universe cracks and splits in two, this shall happen again and again, each time the trigger is pulled.
This is Schrödinger’s cat for the modern age, what sick boring fucks we are.