It’s weird how every generation has a laughable, almost unbelievable, trait when you look back on it; usually a fashion faux pas, like haircuts or what are now uncool clothes. I just realised that my generation will go down in the history books as the ‘camera’ generation: which is going to such Camel balls when I have to describe it to my grandchildren. No matter where you go just now you always see people taking pictures, posing and flashing away completely oblivious to how stupid they look. Even in town, at night you can’t dance without people taking pictures of each other in the dance floor; fools.
This week’s quest is to find out what the timer in a toaster is made from. My hypothesis being that it has to be a very hard metal that doesn’t expand or contract under heat changes, but even then… a completely metal timer in a red-hot toaster sounds pretty crazy.
Being a DJ has now risen to 2nd place as being my preferred post-university career after a gynaecologist (obviously), if only because it’s so damn enjoyable. Even the shit banter is still banter and people really do buy you drinks if you play well.
Found this article - one of the more interesting things I’ve read recently. According to it we first lie when we are 3 years old, attractive people are the biggest fibbers of all, and even animals do it. I love telling white lies, things like my ‘unborn foetus brother’ that is inside my ribcage and so on, but there’s no way I’m ever trusting a 3 year old, cute animal ever again.
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