Everyone needs slim slime

http://www-robot.mes.titech.ac.jp/robot/snake/slim_slime/slim_slime_e.html

This is the coolest website ever. It belongs to a Japanese company who make 'slim slime' a robot for helping people. I think it looks like the silver cord things in Donnie Darko.

I can also think of a few other things it looks like but that would be wrong, wrong wrong.

Go to this website! You won't regret it.

I think all the psy trance and Neil Young I have been downloading have somehow mated in my brain to create a trippy yet relaxed mindset. On yoghurt, and apple juice I ask you.

Slim slime robots are the way of the future.

John Riley

This song has been covered by everyone from the Byrds to Joan Baez and even Odetta (who has sort of been forgotten about but I have one of her records... she plays guitar). It's the one I was talking about in the last entry.

Fair young maid all in her garden
Strange young man came riding by
Saying: fair young maid, will you marry me?
This then, sir, was her reply

Oh no, kind sir, I cannot marry thee
For Ive a love who sails the deep salt sea
Though hes been gone these seven years
Still no man shall marry me

What if hes died all in some battle slain
Or if hes drownded in, in the deep salt sea?
What if hes found some other love
He and his new love both married be?

If hes found some other love
He and his new love both married be
I wish them health and happiness
Where they have love far across the sea

He picked her up all in his arms
And kisses gave her one, two and three
Then weep no more, my own true love
I am your long lost John Riley
Saying: weep no more, my own true love

For I'm your long lost John Riley

Night persons

There is a wierd timing imbalance in my office. No, not the menstrual kind, but the kind of morning person evening person stuff. I come in at 11, bleary eyed and not functioning properly, and they're all ready to go home because they got there at six am. Meanwhile at five I'm just getting into my stride. Yet I look like some sort of workoholic psycho-loser with no life (actually that's true) just because I don't have to go home to cook a meal for a bunch of screaming kiddies, so I stay at work and do worky stuff until it's later, so I don't have to go home. If only I actually did worky stuff. Actually, I feel so sorry for myself working late that I just look at dating sites to try and look for people I know in Adelaide. Aah the joys of living in a small city/big country town! I saw a bloke I know... we'll call him Bob... on the web, it was funny because his profile actually was a fair representation of his kindly but depressed personality. He didn't lie about anything that I could notice. And no, I don't have a profile. Even though I secretly think it might be fun, I would be too scared that someone I know would look at it and laugh at me for being on there. Although, the funny thing is that I would have to ask, why were they there? And then I worry about myself even more because then I wonder if just subconsciously don't want to meet anyone because I still think my life is some sort of English folk song about a woman who waits for her sailor man... who comes back in the end. Not that I'm pining for anyone in the Navy at the moment, although maybe that would be a good way to get myself in a great unrequited love situation.... and I've heard that if you live with someone in the Navy you get a rent discount... that is a good plan!

I mean really

Anti drugs campaigner

This is South Australia's most enthusiastic anti-drugs campaigner. She is associated with the religious Right including the Festival of Light movment. But look at her. Has she always beeen this anti-drugs? Or did she live a life of sin, debauchery and too much tatooed on eyeliner before she was saved?