The current trend on this boa... ah. Now I got it, a mere second before Kat had to explain the joke away.

I hope not... we have two cats as well.

Thanks for the sympathy Kat, gruesome picture in my album just for you.

If you work in the sun, wearing sunglasses, and forget your hat you wind up looking like an inverted panda.

Sounds like a photograph would be an ideal candidate to walk off with the prize in this months photographic competition...

Meh, give other people good ideas why dontcha!

You know Murphy's law? Guess what, it has struck again. Feck it.

That everything than can possibly go wrong, will go wrong - something like that? Why? Somwthing serious?

Yep, that's the one. No, nothing "serious", just very annoying. A project we have been working on for months and were supposed to come in at 3am today to deploy didn't get the go-ahead decision from the big guys. This not only is very frustrating because we were all ready, but some other guy wasn't and his bit wasn't working, but also because now it will be deployed on Wednesday all through the night (10pm to 7am) and that messes up all my plans for the week, as my dad is coming to stay from Monday onwards and I'm going to be so tired I don't know if I'll be much fun...

I have 226 books. And that's not counting the doubles I bought because I couldn't find the one I already had because it was stuck underneath my bed and I couldn't find it. And I gave away a load last year...

I have too many books.

Nonsense. You can't have too many books. Just not enough space!

I second that, I got rid of a lot of books before we moved, and I still have enough to overflow from the biggest bookcase I could get from Ikea...

I apologise. Let me rephrase; I have too many books to choose from. Better? Let's just say that after building 2 book cases yesterday, I spent hours rooting out all my books (suffering from many thoughts like "Hang on, why are there only 9 of these books? Where the hell is book 10...oh, hang on, it's Hardback...where the hell is the hardback?"
Then today consisted of sitting in front of the bookcases thinking 'I'll read Pratchett...no. Eddings...Feist...Pierce....uh...crap. Dick Francis...Jeffrey Deaver...Eddings...Pratchett...Feist...Eddings...P ratchett...Eddings...Eddings, which of the Eddings...too many to choose from!' then my brain melted into a puddle of goo. It wasn't pretty.

Mazekin, wait until you have to MOVE! (we're gradually moving our stuff to the new place. For the lack of habitable space upstairs, it's currently stored in the basement. Well, the basement is now half-covered in books, and we barely made a dent in our bookshelves! )

Believe me, I'm not moving anywhere for the forseable future! Nah, this bookcase thing was years in the planning...and put on the backburner for as long!

I want to be the first Head & Lung transplant recepiant. Darned head colds. Stupid chest infections.

As long as they put your brain inside the new head... Otherwise, you never know whose brain you might end up with!