The plot thickens... - justin_guber

The plot thickens...

...like a thick thing amidst a crown of thick.

So it turns out the flyer I did for the Singapore gig can't be opened by Saiful. He's tried it on four different computers. Hope he doesn't think I'm pulling a Mojam on his ass or anything. Shiite. And the deadlines today to get it into ROTTW. Hmmmm...

As we type, I'm trying to come up with a contingency in the event of unopenableness. He's bringing the disk here and I'll try it on one of the desktops lying around. Should've burnt it on disk, but when it's less than 1.44 megs what's the damn point?

I'm also intensely tired right now and still have a lot of work to do which I'd rather not. I want to go home, catch some sleep, watch the entire box sets of Buffy season 1 & 2 so that I have an excuse to buy season 5 (I've already got 3 & 4, in case you're wondering) and pig out over a pizza.

Actually, today I have been pigging out more than usual. I almost had the same portions as I used to in the food court. I'd like to think that since it was vegetarian, it's ok, but considering I didn't actually put any of the vegetables on my plate, just soy-based-meat-substitutes, I doubt it's helping in the efforts against the belly.

This bloody belly. Kim scared the shit out of me the other day telling me a story about her uncle who had a belly just like mine which turned out to be a tumor and the guy dropped dead. What a hope-filled story.

I want the belly to go. Strangely, I've been quite self-conscious about myself of late. Usually I couldn't give two shakes of an elephants scrotum how I look, as long as I'm comfortable, but no amount of comfortability is going to hide the fact that I look like I'm 4 months pregnant. With twins. A part of me wants to upload the belly just to show you exactly how huge it is. The other part of me is too self-conscious about it.

But yeah. Why am I so self conscious these days? Is it the thought of the upcoming company trip to Langkawi? Whilst every other male will be on the beach in bermuda shorts and sweaty, muscular bodies reenacting the volleyball scene from Top Gun I'll be sat under a shade in a loose fitting hawaiian shirt smoking cigarettes.

Oh, and a pink bandana. Did I tell you about that?

Apparently, all the groups on this trip will be split into teams, color coded. I'm in the pink team. I feel a Reservoir Dogs coming on...

Khai: Hang on, why am I in the pink team?

Fiona: 'Cos you're a faggot!

Eddy: Who cares what color your in?

Khai: Oh, that's ok with you, you're in the black team, you got a cool sounding team. Well, black team member, if it's no difference, why don't we swap teams?

Fiona: Hey! Nobody's swapping teams with nobody! Now look, pink team member. There's only two ways: my way, or the highway. Now what's it gonna be, pink team member?!

Khai: ...I'm not gonna buy you anymore ice-cream.

Fiona: Wah...!!! So mean!!

(In truth, Fiona's quotes in this little scenario are purely fictional. In fact, she was not even there when I found out. But it sounds so much nicer like this.)

So next Friday I'll be somewhere on the shores of Langkawi, running around with an eye patch and pink bandana (both supplied by our most gracious company) terrorizing the natives and looting the tourists of their beads and other overpriced hippy bric-a-brac they picked up on the way to Malaysia.

This is either good, or very, very bad.

8.9.04 09:52

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(8.9.04 10:03)
I love Langkawi - come on now though, smoking in the shade is so much cooler than playing volleyball, surely? (Show us the belly.....)

(8.9.04 10:38)
I'm sure it is, but still... this belly is an act of perversion such as mankind has never witnessed. I didn't have a washboard stomach before, but I didn't have something as big and swollen as a zit on godzillas ass either. And the rest of my damn body is relatively normal! Talk about disproportionate...