Showing posts with label end-of-the-world stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label end-of-the-world stuff. Show all posts

Thursday, 7 June 2007

Omen Misnomer

The friends' baby has still not arrived.

I understand that it will not, therefore, be the Antichrist, after all.

I'm glad that I didn't place a bet – how silly would I have looked now?



Friday, 1 June 2007

When The Jews Return To Zion

Friends of mine are expecting a baby. It's due today, but is still a no-show so far.

Personally, I'm suspecting a few more days of delay.



In a completely unrelated incident, I have just watched The Omen.



Thursday, 4 January 2007

Starbert Angered

In a strange kind of way, I'm going to be happy when the Christmas decorations come down tomorrow.

The bottom layer of tinsel is half-hanging off the Christmas tree; a lone bauble sits on the shelf, recently separated from its – now absent – hook; and Starbert looks most unimpressed with it all.

The latest installment has been an over-eager ferret trying to climb the window lights. With 'hilarious' consequences.

At this rate, everything's going to be shielded with perspex next year.

Starbert
Starbert looks sadly on at the scene of Christmas-themed devastation before him

Tuesday, 26 December 2006

I've Been Trying To Make My New 20 Questions Game Self-Aware

It asked me to think of something, so I thought of a hand-held 20 Questions game. I answered the questions as honestly as I could, and it guessed just about everything but the correct answer.

It's probably for the best. I don't really want it to deliberately fire nuclear devices at countries that it knows will retaliate.