<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/plusone.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d15151145\x26blogName\x3dKaf\x27s+Corner\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dSILVER\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttp://kafaleni.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_NZ\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://kafaleni.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d215703275884089788', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
Supreme randomness of thought and action.

Previous Posts

Archives


The WeatherPixie
Terror Alert Level
Links


Powered for Blogger
by Blogger templates

Kaf's Corner

Friday, March 31, 2006
Friday, Sucky Friday..
The story of Kaf's morning... It started out well. I didn't get to speak to my nearest and dearest online, because RL sucked me into its vortex, but not in a bad way. I was all ready, dressed, hair washed, neat, tidy and prepared in time for the bus at 8:05, which is when I need to leave. So I left. I'm sitting at the bus stop, chatting about inconsequential stuff with another woman who is often waiting there, and then I see the bus a couple of blocks away. So I reach into my bag for my wallet.. HEY! Where's my wallet? Book, keys, tissues, bandaids, makeup, passport (I kid you not), electronic Sudoku puzzle generator, Natural NutBar, random checkout receipt, but no wallet. *cue major panic, and realisation that I'm gonna be late for work*
So I dashed back home, and search under my couch cushions, phone the bus company (hadn't seen it), all the people I was out with last night (none of them were home.. naturally) and finally, in desperation, ring my parents (no answer) then my sister (yes, the one with three kids and a business of her own to run..). She dropped the boys off at school a little early, zapped (not zipped) over, picked me up, and got me to work (with a stop for two large coffees and 4 large choc chip cookies..) AND loaned me $20 to get me through. I (heart) my sister. I was only 7 minutes late for work, but I'd called ahead and let them know what was happening, so it was fine.
After work, I was over at my parents' place (more childherding, this time unpaid), still trying to get hold of people.. the only ones I couldn't get hold of were the ones that I thought were most likely to have it (they'd dropped me home the night before), and I was feeling very stressed - so much so that I bit Dad's head off (figuratively speaking, folks!) when he got home later. I have since apologised and grovelled via text, (To which I got the reply "That's OK. A father's lot is not a happy one. Love, Dad." HUH? I presume this is forgiveness of sorts), so all is okay again. I finally spoke to the couple in question, who (thank goodness!!) do have my wallet and will be dropping it off at some point tonight, although it is after ::11pm now, and I haven't seen them. While this posts, I'm gonna check my mailbox, make sure they haven't just dropped it in there and kept going... eek!

UPDATE:
11:22 and all is well. My wallet is back and I just opened it and stared at it. It's scary how much of everything I do is wrapped up in something that (at a guess) stuffed full, wouldn't be more than 24 cubic inches. Although that does make it sound huge.. (approx 2Dx4Lx3W.. not really that big).. but most of my ID, all my cash, notes, receipts, a prescription that I was going to drop in at the pharmacy today, "loyalty cards" and so on..
I Know Better Now....
When I was very young (pre-school or thereabouts) my father played for the local cricket team. Some days, he'd take me with him and I'd sit on the sidelines with my drink bottle and lunchbox and watch my Daddy either play or practice. One of my strongest memories is of the men's locker room at the park. Not of the inside (I wasn't allowed in there) but of walking past and the smells of the locker room. It smelled like liniment. Strong, pungent and ohmygosh! Not a pleasant smell, but associated with a lot of good memories and "daddy-daughter" days.
These memories came rushing back to me last night. Now I'm not brand obsessed, I'll buy whichever toothpaste I think looks good and preferrably is on special. Last night I opened a new tube of toothpaste, and I caught a whiff. The smell sparked something in my unconscious mind, but my neurons weren't firing as fast as my hands were working and the toothbrush was in my mouth before I realised that the smell was liniment and the taste was pretty much like liniment smelled! UGH!! Of course, I'd bought a toothpaste/mouthwash combo and I could taste liniment all evening until I went to sleep! *goes to check old tube* I think I can squeeze one more lot of paste out of here before having to resort to that stuff again.

Needless to say, I'll be stopping at the supermarket to buy more toothpaste (in a more agreeable flavour) on the way home from work!
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
It's not funny really. I just keep laughing.
The Commonwealth Games are on. One of NZ's decathletes is this fine specimen of manhood...



His name is Brent Newdick.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Computer Enhancers
Stolen... errmmm... borrowed.. yes, that's what I meant! Borrowed from http://www.allowe.com

Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Aero Bars: Consumer Ripoff Mini-Rant


This is a cross-section of an Aero mint choc egg. This is also, pretty much, what the inside of an Aero bar looks like. So basically, while paying the same price as all regular chocolate bars, we're only getting half as much chocolate.

To break this down to its most basic level, Nestle is charging us for AIR. They even went as far as to name the bar "Aero" and still people pay for it. Gggggrrrrrr.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
I Swear I Am Not Making This Up...
On Saturday, I was bored. Sooo bored. Totally uninspired and bored.

How bored was I, you ask? (and if you didn't ask, by reading the preceding question, you have implicity asked about my boredom levels, so I will tell you.)

I was so bored that I got on the internet, did some research, then I rang my phone company and asked them to change my long distance plan.

Yes, you heard me right. I beat them at their own game. At least I think I did. So now, a la Punky, I have a question for you (Punky.. you're my inspiration, this isn't just plagiarism, and I will not be doing this on a regular basis.. I promise!)

What is the most bored you have been (in recent memory)? What did you do to change that?

Okay.. so it's a compound question. I'm no longer bored, I'm sleepy.