Is it even worth giving this entry a title?

Just when I thought I’d seen every possible weirdness that DD could throw up, now all my entry titles have disappeared, to be replaced by something like “Test 1287182”. I bet poor Steve is wishing he’d never started this server move.

DancingButterfly (who I’m guessing is Australian – s/he has a friends-only diary, so I’m not sure) commented on my post about the new money that an advantage of the change would be that NZ and Australian coins would no longer look the same. Funnily enough, I was discussing this with lytteltonwitch the other day as a disadvantage of the new coins, because it means now that when we go to Australia we’ll have to use up all our spare change before coming home. It didn’t use to matter if you came home with a few Australian coins in your pocket, because you could use them here anyway, but now it’ll be like every other country, where you get to the airport and suddenly realise you’ve still got $3.85 in local currency that you need to spend before you get on the plane, because you won’t be able to change it when you get home…

We’re off to Alexandra this afternoon. The original plan of my brother flying down here, picking up his car and driving down to Alex fell through when his leave was refused because of some big exercise going on. So at the last minute MrPloppy and I had to find an alternative way of getting down there, and as I have to work this morning and can’t leave until this afternoon that rules out catching the bus, so we’re flying down to Queenstown (at great expense, given that we had to book so late – luckily Dad said that as we’re going down there to help out in the shop, the business will pay for our flights (hmm, hope the IRD aren’t reading this…)), where Stepmother will pick us up tonight and take us down to Alex. I’ve already lined up a few suitable books for release…

I don’t normally post jokes, but I saw this one recently and was particularly amused:

In the beginning was the Plan
And then came the Assumptions.
And the Assumptions were without form, and the Plan was without substance.
And darkness was on the face of the Workers.
And the workers spoke amongst themselves, saying, one unto another, “This is a crock of shit, and it stinks.”
And the Workers went unto their Supervisors, saying, “It is a pail of excrement, and we can’t live with the smell.”
And the Supervisors went unto their Managers, saying, “It is a container of dung, and it is very strong, such that none may abide by it.”
And the Managers went unto the Senior Managers, saying, “It is a vessel of fertiliser and none may abide its strength.”
And the Senior Management spoke amongst themselves, saying one unto each other, “It contains that which aids plant growth, and it is very strong.”
And the Senior Managers went to the Directors, saying unto them, “It promotes growth, and it is very powerful.”
And the Directors went unto the Chief Executive, saying, “This new plan will actively promote the growth and vigour of the company with powerful effects.”
And the Chief Executive looked upon The Plan and saw that it was good.
And so The Plan became Policy…

Currently reading: Artemis Fowl: The Eternity Code by Eoin Colfer

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One Comment

  1. LOL love the joke!

    Sure is a lot of weirdness going on here in DD land right now but at least you can get IN to your diary and post entries. For some reason I cant get in to mine properly =( oh well, im sure it will come right in time.


    BTW – last i checked, paying transportation/flights for employees for business purposes was entirely legal even if they aren’t full timers.

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