revenge...REVENGE!

oh. oh dear. oh dear me.

BUSES

you wait ages for a post, then 3 come along at once.

Two Daniel Katz's

I found this while googling boredly at work today. Click the title above for the full page.

"There appear to have been two men named Daniel Katz who are significant figures in the history of psychology. One of them (July 18, 1903 - Feb. 28, 1998) was important in social psychology. But I don't know anything about the other Daniel
Katz (Oct. 1, 1884 - Feb 2, 1953). Can anyone share information about the earlier Daniel Katz? Does anyone know the middle name or initial of either? "

A GAMMY LEG

i took a bit of a tumble at work last friday. a stool broke underneath me, and i went clattering to the floor. my knee has been buggered since then. it's getting better - last saturday i could barely bend my leg, and was in intense agony, but i found the whole situation extremely hilarious. i sat on by bed, trying to put on a sock, and howling alternatively in agony and with amusement. however, by sunday i was over it all. i've had x-rays and check ups and i'm on anti-inflammatories, and it is getting better, but it still gets tender and sore by the end of the day - especially as i'm standing up all day at work.

in other news, this time next month, we'll be in london!

and finally, album of the month: rogue's gallery (various artists), an album that is much better than we have any right to expect it to be. folky, punky pirate ballads, performed by, amongst others, lou reed, bono, sting, bryan ferry, nick cave, several carthys, a wainwright or two, and the whole project was executive produced by johnny depp and gore verbinski, who just wanted to listen to some sea shanties. and also, some of it is a bit rude, which is always a good thing.

The Most Annoying Pair Of Shoes Ever Cobbled

As I was trapsing around Highpoint Shopping Centre this morning, my ears were assaulted by a high pitched squeaking noise - the kind of noise made by one of those rubber duckie-type toys; the kind of noise that has been designed to squeak at the exact frequency to make you wish that you had a blackboard handy so that you could run your fingernails down it to cover up the noise of the squeak. Normally, however, the rubber-duckie toy squeak dosen't last long - a couple of hearty throttlings from a young child who either becomes bored very quickly, or manages to completely mangle the sqeaking mechanism - so that relief and sanity are usually restored fairly quickly.

However (and here I end my pre-amble), today the noise didn't stop. It kept sqeaking and squeaking and sqeaking, getting closer and closer. And closer. I turned to see a child delightedly jumping up and down, running around - a sickening SQUEAK merging and ecoing around the food court with every step. I had seen them - THE MOST ANNOYING PAIR OF SHOES EVER COBBLED (or however they make shoes these days). WHY would parents do that to their own sanity? Why? WHY?

I ran as fast as my non-squeaky converse would carry me back to the relative safety of my place of work, where I spent the rest of the day planning and scheming, pondering where might be able to get my hands on a cauldron big enough to boil every pair of squeaky shoes ever produced. Only then will I be able to sleep soundly, without the hideous SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK haunting my dreams.

Goodnight.

ps. click this post's title to witness the horror...the horror...