The month that ended

So, tomorrow beckons.

Tomorrow will be July 30th, and I return to work for the first time since July 4th. The waiting game has ended, perhaps.

It is an interesting side note to make that while a month away from work sounds like quite a delight, I have found it slightly more thought provoking than a Wiggles concert and only slightly less expensive than a first class flight to London, return.

So I am glad the month has nearly ended. My suits are dry-cleaned, my shirts ironed and my rather extensive collection of ties has again been grouped according to colour. The only thing that awaits me is Monday morning around the coffee-making facilities. Oh the joy!

And, no, I am not being sarcastic. Perhaps I am odd but getting up early and driving to work is a pleasure for me; it gives meaning to a currently devoid-of-much-meaning existence.

I can see my eventual retirement will be an utter pain...

Jiblets gets back to nature

He really is a 'tree hugger' at heart!

His new car...

What Jiblets will be driving from now on...

Jiblets learns to play poker

Jiblets, after looking carefully at his cards, decides to learn how to read better...

Vladamir is in THERAPY...

Count Vladamir von Jiblets has lead a rather interesting life to date...

Although he has been absent for quite a while, I can now tell you all the following (small) pieces of news:

He has overcome his alcohol addiction - no one likes pickled rubber chicken...

He has overcome his gambling addiction - he can't pick up the dice anyway and has a different idea of what one does on a CRAPS table...

But he has been allowed to continue playing the occasional game of cards (I do promise photos will be posted soon) and although Le Poulet has beaten him twice, Jiblets won the last match and is well back in contention for the top perch.

But he still continues the lonliness therapy (which is set to go for a while, considering he has been neutered and won't be fathering any rubber eggs).

So... I'm off to take some piccies!

The waiting game.

While not a favorite game of mine by any stretch of the imagination (and, yes, my imagination does stretch quite considerably...) it is a game that we all play at times.

I do not play it well, even though I do contend to understand most of the rules of the game.

And, the more hopeful I am regarding an outcome, the worse a player I am.

I wonder, at times, if my impatience is the reason for my lack of other 'players' at times. People do not see impatience as a 'good' quality - it implies being under pressure, which unless you are a hot liquid that does not wish to evaporate, is not a pleasant situation to find yourself in at all.

So, to pass the time while I play the waiting game, I write here.

I'm back... AGAIN!

Greetings.

I am quite certain that since I last posted here in October last year, most (if not all) of the loyal followers of my beloved rubber chicken Count Vladamir von Jiblets the third have ceased to read here.

Which is good really...

Life has changed in oh so many ways (sorry Mr Lennon, for not referencing you appropriately) and finally, things are looking up. So, to celebrate, Jiblets is planning on coming out of hiding and will slowly start gracing these pages again for perhaps a new generation of alektrabutryphiliacs (the opposite of alektrabutryphobics).

So... do return occasionally to see what adventures have befallen my yellow rubbery companions and I do promise some entertaining photographs and anecdotes of their new adventures in the Australian winter...

And welcome back to any readers from the past.

The (Ha Ha) Holidays are here.

In my form of entertainment, there is a running joke about long holidays. Hence the title of this post. Pity really, as what I cam here to talk about was the difference between a puzzle and a problem.

To be very simple, a puzzle by definition must have a solution.

Therefore I can say certain people have me puzzled. A problem does not have to be solvable. Certain people I know are looking like becoming a problem.

Luci, for example; whos true identity and purpose for blogging I have yet to properly decipher seems to have me puzzled for the moment. Every time I think I have the solution (which is always the same solution by the way) something is said or done that makes me think twice. Is this the signal that I may be headed down a problematic path?

Either way, I welcome the mental exercise.

Enjoying the Sunday Session.

After two rather long and tiring (although for the best of reasons) days, it is finally a pleasure to find a few moments to rant Foamy Style - yes I learnt from the master - about whatever odd ideas put themselves into my head...

People - that is always a good starting point.

It would seem in my own current experience that people I deal with fall into two rather distinct categories. Either (1) I find their presence highly entertaining, amusing and intellectually thought provoking or (2) they shit me to tears.

Unfortunately there seems to be more movement from (1) to (2) than back the other way of late... which could describe the latency of mood right now.

Allow me to clarify, if you please. I have no problem at all with people of lower than genius intelligence, or people who are genuinely uneducated. I do have a problem with stupid people. Unfortunately, the more educated and seemingly intelligent a stupid person is, the stupider they seem to become - blinded by their little pieces of paper or IQ test results to the point at which they don't realise that when about half the people you work with no longer speak to you that maybe, just maybe you're the problem not them...?

Apologies to everyone who knows what I'm talking about here - I shall leave you now, I hear a bottle of Shiraz calling me.