“What if we ever have a baby in the house?”

“Then surely you can go back to get another,” I replied to my mother, “they still sell it at Wal Mart”

My parents are pack rats. They keep everything from airplane repair manuals to rocking chairs in hopes that one day they will once again be used. Thee years ago the rocking chair in question was demoted from living room duty to the time capsule that is my basement and bedroom.

My mother is expecting that one of my two brothers or I will walk into the house any minute with a newborn baby which we conceived in secret in order to surprise my mother who’s dream is to have another child without all the responsibilities such as sitting in a motionless chair. As often as I remind her that she’ll have as much as nine months notice prior to the arrival of a baby she keeps insisting that we keep the rocking chair on call so that it may fulfill it’s destiny at a moment’s notice.

Until then it resides next to my love seat sofa in my fortress of solitude, thwarting my destiny to get laid in my parent’s basement.

Two fire fighters died at the top of my street this morning, about 3 hours after I posted the news below. It’s quite big news here in London, because no fire fighters have died in 11 years here. There are loads of news crews at the top of my street, and the main UK/London news websites are carying the story. I managed to get out there this morning after hearing about it on the radio, I took the snap below:

The road is still closed off almost 10 hours after the fire started.. I guess it won’t re-open for a while

I did some Half-Life mapping yesterday. I did some today too. I may do some tomorow.

If only I could pace back and forth, conquer the world, and type at the same time.

Thanks Rebekah.

When Raph uncovered an old margarine container full of fresh cherries my heart bounced. I love cherries but I realized I couldn’t eat them in the work cafeteria. I don’t just eat cherries – I make love to them. I bury my face in them and rip out the pit with my lips (sometimes I use my teeth if she – I mean “it” – is extra tough) and spit it out. I emerge from the ordeal with a face full of red cherry juice and a look of satisfaction. If I had done this at work I would of gotten quite a different look from my colleagues. A look of disgust and I-am-never-talking-to-him-again.

My personality is so strange that even the most scientific teen magazine quizzes can’t properly label me.

Although there are too many personality quizzes (Seventeen Issue #493, True Colours psychology quiz) that have failed me to remember them all, the one I took this week is still fresh in my mind.

I took a personality/career quiz at Monster.com to see what kind of career I would enjoy. I was faced with questions like the one below. What follows is my train of thought.

Where is your energy naturally directed? Extravert or Introvert?
Extraverts often: have high energy, talk a lot, think out loud, like to be around people a lot, are easily distracted.
Introverts often: have quiet energy, talk less, think before they act, are comfortable spending time alone, have good concentration

“I have high energy levels, talk a lot, like to be around people, and I am easily distracted!”

The answer was obvious but I thought I better read their definition for the other option just to be safe.

“Wait a minute, I am also quiet sometimes, talk less, think before I act and love spending time alone! What kind of cruel joke is this?”

What kind of cruel joke indeed. I don’t think I am alone in thinking that these quizzes are absolute bull shit. Depending on what mood I am in a certain day I’d answer that quiz completely different.

Go see all the cruel questions, at the Monster Perfect Career quiz.