The countdown has begun.
September is nearly upon us.
Spring is here, spring is here.
Life is skittles and Life is beer.
Yes, a bit of Tom Lehrer... It is nearing the date for my long-awaited holiday (all five days of it) but getting out at all is a bit of a miracle currently.
There have been a number of new readers to this site and of the few who have been kind enough to leave a message, there seems to be a consensus... why the chicken!?!???
To briefly answer this query, before returning to that all-important idea of 'work': I enjoy collecting 'odd' items that have some practical purpose - russian pocket watches, spanish cutlery... you get the idea. So one day I came across a stress chicken... practical and odd. How perfect. Well, after the first time someone had the idea to kidnap my poor chicken (and write a ransom note!) that sort of opened the flood-gates for many pranksters to practice their craft.
Well, after a while the imagination of the pranksters began to wear a bit thin, and the pranks ceased to be funny (until the ice-cube incident) so this Blog was named in honour of the chicken becoming tired of their silly games.
May you all live long and squeeze many chickens.
1 Comments:
Many years ago, when I worked for the Dark Side bank, I worked with an individual named Otis. Due to this, I decided our office needed a Milo (which is only funny if you've seen the adventures of Milo and Otis) and purchased this small round ball of a smiley face (I can't describe it well. It was one of those balls that the face was always on top no matter how you rolled it (some of them are eyes and the eye is always looking at you)).
Anyway, so I had this smiley face named Milo. And people would kidnap it. I'd come in and find ransom notes. Usually the demand was for candy. One time they returned him and they had manufactured little bandaids for him.
It was pretty funny. And now, 5 years later, I'm moving to a new department at NABABNA. And Otis is working there. I'm going to have to find Milo.
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