Yawn!
Damnit! Overslept again today.
But I did wake up long enough in the morning to call my agencies.
And find out that while I have been working and stuff two of the people I used to call, who I had an okay rapport with, have since left the organisations.
Yay. Nevermind, I'm planning to sign on to some new agencies anyhow.
Though the one that I will miss talking to will be Gina, the pretty girl from Brisbane with the tattoo on the small of her back.
Why is it that if I meet an attractive girl in London, four out of five times she doesn't actually come from London? Either Australia, America, Canada, Italy, Estonia, Poland or anywhere else besides London.
Unrelated stuff: The other night I was watching the first Dr Doolittle movie that Eddie Murphy did. I thought it was -pretty good, but I couldn't help noting that in this version the good doctor was born with the ability to communicate with animals.
In the original version, written sometime in the 19th Century, Dr Doolittle has to learn the language of every different animal the hard way, by being taught by his pet parrot who translates for him until he can speak the animal languages himself. I guess they were trying for a different kind of message with the Eddie Murphy version. IE it is okay to talk to animals if you were born with the ability to do it, to deny that you can talk to animals is to deny a piece of yourself. Or something. Thanks Eddie. I'll remember that.
But I did wake up long enough in the morning to call my agencies.
And find out that while I have been working and stuff two of the people I used to call, who I had an okay rapport with, have since left the organisations.
Yay. Nevermind, I'm planning to sign on to some new agencies anyhow.
Though the one that I will miss talking to will be Gina, the pretty girl from Brisbane with the tattoo on the small of her back.
Why is it that if I meet an attractive girl in London, four out of five times she doesn't actually come from London? Either Australia, America, Canada, Italy, Estonia, Poland or anywhere else besides London.
Unrelated stuff: The other night I was watching the first Dr Doolittle movie that Eddie Murphy did. I thought it was -pretty good, but I couldn't help noting that in this version the good doctor was born with the ability to communicate with animals.
In the original version, written sometime in the 19th Century, Dr Doolittle has to learn the language of every different animal the hard way, by being taught by his pet parrot who translates for him until he can speak the animal languages himself. I guess they were trying for a different kind of message with the Eddie Murphy version. IE it is okay to talk to animals if you were born with the ability to do it, to deny that you can talk to animals is to deny a piece of yourself. Or something. Thanks Eddie. I'll remember that.
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