Journal archive: May 2004

No Meds

I hereby declare:

Today will mark the last day I will ever (hopefully…) have to take thyroid medication again.

Subjects: General

Mood: Declarations

Tags: hyperthyroid

Books and decomposition

D E P R E S S E D … . .

While I was repacking some of my books last night, I discovered, to my dismay, that quite a few of my favourite books have yellow spots on corners and edges of the pages. The covers are in near-perfect condition because of the plastic wrappings that were administered to them months ago but I completely forgot about the weather factor. Humidity in Singapore is such a problem. I should have been a bit more careful. Thankfully the graphic novels in my wardrobe-cum-bookshelf are still safe. i remember how upset I got when I found yellow rings decorating my Alan Lee illustrated Lord of the Rings hardcover some years ago.

Right now, the walls of the shelf are laced with thick porous paper that I ripped from a free Japanese local leisure newspaper; the books have been replaced in their original locations. Hopefully this will help reduce the problem for the time being. I know that in order to prevent the issue from worsening, I’d have to purchase one of those dehumidifying agents. Sealing the books in special vacuum bags is another method but it’s a little too extreme: my books are meant to be read and enjoyed not packed away.

Subjects: Books 書物

Mood: Raves and Rants

Tags: Lord of the Rings

The boss, the asshole

The following is a joke that was sent to me via ICQ:

When the body was first made, all the parts wanted to be Boss.

The brain said, “I should be boss because I control the whole body’s responses and functions.”

The feet said, “We should be Boss as we carry the brain about and get him to where he wants to go.”

The hands said, “We should be the boss because we do all the work and earn all the money.”

And so it went on and on with the heart, the lungs, and the eyes until finally the asshole spoke up. All the parts laughed at the idea of the asshole being the Boss.

So the asshole went on strike, blocked itself up and refused to work. Within a short time the eyes became crossed, the hands clenched, the feet twitched, the heart and lungs began to panic and the brain fevered. Eventually they all decided that the asshole should be the boss, so the motion was passed. All the other parts did all the work while the boss just sat and passed out the shit!

You don’t need brains to be a boss — any asshole will do.

Subjects: Jokes 冗談

Mood: Funny