Sunday, September 09, 2007
Words are very unnecessary - 11:49 PM
Work Been busy, but then compared to lately it is normal. Tried transfected a different cell line. THP-1. It went not so well, but it was decided that I should just keep with the cell line I have it in.
Social
Aselle had her birthday this week and so I made her a cake. It was cute and tasted ok. 
Then we went to Zap 2 for dinner which is this great Thai place and I fully rate it. There was 20 of us so the food wasn't as good as it could be because the kitchen was a bit over whelmed. Then on Saturday night I went to another birthday party, this time one of Nick's work colleagues. And since I had done such a good job on Aselle's cake I was asked to make Andy one. Which was fun (was a race track - Nick iced it)
Then we went to Zap 2 for dinner which is this great Thai place and I fully rate it. There was 20 of us so the food wasn't as good as it could be because the kitchen was a bit over whelmed. Then on Saturday night I went to another birthday party, this time one of Nick's work colleagues. And since I had done such a good job on Aselle's cake I was asked to make Andy one. Which was fun (was a race track - Nick iced it) Games
Some WoW. My priest is now lvl 29. Lvl 30 is when I get some fun stuff. Playing Tower Defense while I write this.
Wellness
I would say I was hoping to loose the 2kg I put on while I was in Queenstown, and that 2 birthday parties do not make that overly easy. But since I am late I know I lost it - So yah me. Now I am working on making my nails strong so they can grow and look nice. Got sick of them breaking and looking like I was chewing them any way.
Yumminess
Kan Moo Grob. It is just damn well nice and well has like a small pig of pork in it.
Media
Knocked up
This was super lame and made me never want to have kids.
Projects
Working on an oil burner and another cat bowl
But wouldn't it be great if number one this Christmas wasn't some smug teenager but an old ex-heroin addict searching for a comeback at any price? All those young popsters come Christmas Day, they'll be stretched out naked with a cute bird balancing on their balls and I'll be stuck in some dingy flat with me manager, Joe, ugliest man in the world, fucking miserable because our fucking gamble didn't pay off. So if you believe in Father Christmas, children, like your Uncle Billy does, buy my festering turd of a record. And particularly enjoy the incredible crassness of the moment when we try to squeeze an extra syllable into the fourth line.