I am sooo disappointed

I like chocolate. I like chocolate a lot. I like almost every form of chocolate. When several friends told me about this wonderful chocolate bar they had bought, I thought I would buy one - just to support my friends, you understand, of course. So I bought a Lindt's 85% Cocoa Bar. (I know the link is from the US but I couldn't find an Australian one so there you go).

I break a piece off, ready to share in the ecstasy, to experience the exquisite taste and "Ewwwwwwwwwwww!" (notice 12 w's - a really bad sign!) Just. Not. Not. Ever. No. Way. No. How. This was not nice - and now I have an inedible chocolate bar (isn't that an oxymoron?) in the fridge, just taunting me with its chocolatey goodness, mocking me with its glossy dark squares and I CAN'T EAT IT. Damn!!

ETA: 18/10/06 - took the "inedible" chocolate into work to share with co-workers just to demonstrate how appalling it was. The first (female) co-worker who ate a piece to went into an ecstatic trance, tears in her eyes, so intense that I wondered if she was going to have a little "private lady moment" right there and then at my desk. I was so afraid of the power of the dark bar (sorry ... I just ... couldn't ... so sorry ...) that I didn't offer any more out and now have that evil malevolent Bar of Doom once again sitting in my fridge. It mocks me, it taunts me, my precioussssssss (again ... sorry ... with the... and the ... just so very sorry).

I think have to go - I hear a voice calling me

The End of an Era

The loss of CBGB's in New York marks the passing of an era. Actually it probably marks the loss of an icon of that era rather than the ending of the era itself. Personally, I suspect that the era really came to an end about 20, maybe even 25 years ago, but any place that spawned the Ramones needs to be celebrated. I know that it isn't technically gone because it will be opening in Las Vegas but that will be no substitute. Anyway, technicalities aside, Cheers to CBGB's!

Captain Melvin struck again

My alter ego made his appearance for the first time in a while tonight. He only appears occasionally but when he does, he can do some extraordinarily stupid things. I get out of the car at home. As usual, I have parked too close to the wall on the driver's side so getting out is all a bit of a struggle and I am carrying three or four items in my arms at the same time. I shut the car door and start to walk away, only to discover that I have shut my coat in the car door and can't move.

Stupid - but that's not the least of it!

The door is locked so I go to unlock it but so much of the coat is in the door that the pocket with the keys in is on the inside of the car! CRAP! Now here's where I think the true stupidity of the situation comes out. I stand there for several minutes thinking "If I call out will anybody hear me?" or "What if I am stuck here all night?" or "I wonder if I could just kind of slump down onto the ground so at least I won't have to spend all night standing next to my car?"

I have been standing there for about 10 minutes by now, angry, slightly bewildered and not a little panicked! And then the brilliant revelation hits me - and anybody that has at least two brain cells firing consecutively probably worked this out about 10 seconds after this started - I could take my coat off. TAH DAH! I walk around to the passenger side, open that door, unlock the driver's door and then get my coat. Such sublime genius in action - Captain Melvin is alive and well and failing to negotiate even the simplest hazards of life!