That’s the reason I’ll be easin, eatin cheese'n
Updated Update: Gus is back in Oz on the 14th of Sept. This makes 17th a highly possible date for my farewell party, as it can also be a bit of a welcome back for him. Official invites will be sent when the time is ripe.
Update: my supervisor, having read my thesis draft, didn't slap me, or spit on me, or renounce me as student, or just sigh and look dejectedly out the window in disappointment, all of which I thought were possibilities. He just suggested a few minor rearrangements, and then wanted to chit-chat about us writing a book together (probably modelled on "A love for life" by Glenn and Jane McGrath) and yes, Sølvi, it will have a pink cover.
I just booked my flights to Sweden, the land of the enthusiastic skivvy. I leave from Melbourne on the 4th of Oct.
I shall be spending two nights in London, sleeping in the lavishly appointed bathtub of one Joanne Hacking, yes Egypt Jo.
She raised an interesting question: where are the Fezes? (or Fez's, or Fezs, what's the correct plural there?) Anybody with information as to their whereabouts, please communicate to me via this blog or email.
For people ignorant of certain basic facts of history: In the year 2000, a small band of Australian operatives smuggled 30 fez's (or was it 32?) from Egypt back to Australia, possibly the world record for most fez's ever taken on a plane as carry-on baggage. Of these, two were promised to a pair of nubile young Englishwomen that were met on tour. That was five years ago, and despite many emails to the effect of "yeah, we'll send 'em soon", the fez's remain undelivered!
Can this cosmic imbalance finally be put right?
Oh, and they were actually red, not leopard-skin. More like this, but a little bit less gay:
Update: my supervisor, having read my thesis draft, didn't slap me, or spit on me, or renounce me as student, or just sigh and look dejectedly out the window in disappointment, all of which I thought were possibilities. He just suggested a few minor rearrangements, and then wanted to chit-chat about us writing a book together (probably modelled on "A love for life" by Glenn and Jane McGrath) and yes, Sølvi, it will have a pink cover.
I just booked my flights to Sweden, the land of the enthusiastic skivvy. I leave from Melbourne on the 4th of Oct.
I shall be spending two nights in London, sleeping in the lavishly appointed bathtub of one Joanne Hacking, yes Egypt Jo.
She raised an interesting question: where are the Fezes? (or Fez's, or Fezs, what's the correct plural there?) Anybody with information as to their whereabouts, please communicate to me via this blog or email.
For people ignorant of certain basic facts of history: In the year 2000, a small band of Australian operatives smuggled 30 fez's (or was it 32?) from Egypt back to Australia, possibly the world record for most fez's ever taken on a plane as carry-on baggage. Of these, two were promised to a pair of nubile young Englishwomen that were met on tour. That was five years ago, and despite many emails to the effect of "yeah, we'll send 'em soon", the fez's remain undelivered!
Can this cosmic imbalance finally be put right?
Oh, and they were actually red, not leopard-skin. More like this, but a little bit less gay:
posted by I-Rock at 5:58 AM
5 Comments:
Congrats on getting the nod on your thesis! I'm sure it'll get the nod from the reviewers as well... AS THEY NOD OFF TO SLEEP! Ha ha.. ergh.
Fez are fundamentally funny, though you've managed to find some gay Fez porn. Thanks again internet...
HAHAHAHAHAHA
Ripper!
Today's comedians could learn a lot from you, Mat.
If you take out the Fez, or take out the Gay, or take out the Porn, you're left with trash. But put the three together and, woah, hold on tight boyo, and get ready for the ride of your life!
Gay Fez porn is my fallback career if this whole thing of surfing the internet and occaisionally writing things that look a bit mathsy doesn't pay off.
Do you remember ducktales, where Scrooge McDuck would swim in his money. That is like my life, only I use fezes. I'll bring them to the farewell / welcome back party. Can you remember their head sizes?
there really is something for everyone on the internet... there really is...
I think Jo's head is a bit narrower than Katie's, but the hairstyles may have been deceptive.
Also, having no absolute frame of reference makes that somewhat useless.
As per your email, matt seemed to think Pete had 'em aswell.
kt- it's the gift that keeps on giving.
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