Corporate credit card behind the bar + Heelys = Scraping skin off the footpath.
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I'm Rory Parle, an Irish software engineer living in London.
Corporate credit card behind the bar + Heelys = Scraping skin off the footpath.
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Open wifi in the cinema? Who would ever use that!?
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Buying a snowglobe for Corben Bernsen, as one does. Poor choice of weekend to be visiting souvenir shops.
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Made of some sort of super-alloy of gold, titanium, and win.
A great Muppet classic:
It seems there was an avalanche in Sölden yesterday. That’s the town where I was skiing/getting horribly sunburned on Thursday:
An avalanche buried an Austrian ski resort’s street under more than 12 feet of snow today.
Police, caught by surprise, were searching to see if anyone was trapped in the 100-yard stretch just outside the town of Soelden in the western Alpine province of Tyrol.
Mayor Ernst Schoepf said up to 13 feet of snow covered parts of the Venterstrasse – a key local roadway leading in and out of the area.
Ok, not so much of a “lucky escape” given that I was only there for less than two days and the avalanche happened three days later, but it’s notable at least.
Sometimes people try to tell me that Superman would win in a fight with Batman. I do not understand these people, and I’m not sure that I want to understand them. That debate has been had. We all know who comes out on top, and who ends up with a kryptonite batarang up his jacksy.
But more importantly Batman is actually an interesting and compelling character. He’s riddled with flaws and weaknesses, burdened with a terrible past, motivated by fear and anger but tempered with true conscience. Superman, on the other hand, will always suck:
[S]ince Superman knows nothing bad can happen to him no matter what, he acts with no […] subtlety. He flies headlong into every conflict, fists thrust forward, because he knows he’s in no immediate danger. Thus, we know he’s in no immediate danger, and we get bored out of our fucking skulls.
Here’s a new one: arrived at the airport really early to discover the flight is an hour and a half earlier than I was told.
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Got destroyed by the sun. I look like I chose the wrong Grail. Weekend project: grow a new face.
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Observing the effects of alcohol at 3000+m.
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