My finance-maths-genius-friend Rowan sent this to me. It demonstrates, in this order, (a) that finance maths genius friends are worth it, even if they leave you feeling like an innumerate oaf, (b) that when the revolution comes, it won't be the dogs up against the wall, (c) that posh wine should not be consumed in the presence of beagles. No sirree. Unless the beagles get some too.
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From dogs and wine to a completely related subject: origami. I'm overjoyed to find another origami enthusiast on the web! I thought I was the only one! Alas, I have let the habit fall by the wayside in the past few years, and now I have trouble doing one of those freaking frogs!
My origamatic climax was back in '94, with a life-size reconstruction of an otter ( a very small otter, that is). It's all been down-hill since then. I blame computers. It's hard to fold your monitor into a natty little amphibian.
Yeah, back in the good old days when PAPER still existed, you could rip pages out of your book, turn them into squares, and fold them into a cut Japanese box or swan. Alas, such simple, civilised activities are a thing of the past.
'Into a cut' = 'Into a cute'. Hmmm, I really need to preview before posting.
Ah, paper. I knew thee well.
I've never heard of an ass who said "Woof". Or perhaps I haven't got out enough.
I've always assumed they ejaculated a subdued neigh, a classic fart, or a combination medley of these. I'll confirm after I've bought the CD.
What with modern science and all, the trans-species barrier is just a vague dream of the past. Woofing asses ain't the half of it. You should see what the tomatoes get up to.
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