02 September, 2004
Help for the Work-Shy
The piece on apathy is getting there, I promise. It's on its way to New Zealand to be proof-read.
In the mean-time, if you've ever felt guilty about not getting round to something, sleeping in late, or skiving in general then check the Idler site out. Great tips on/justification for doing very little and generally enjoying life. Also, the Fanto site has been updated a bit, with more photos and an essay by art historian David J Peacock.
And finally, a joke:
One beautiful Sunday morning, a man wakes up and rolls out of bed. As part of his normal routine, he kisses his wife and children, grabs a cup of coffee, and walks over to the front door to get the newspaper. As he steps out to pick up the paper, he notices a snail walking across his doorstep. He picks up the snail and chucks it across the street into a field.
Ten years later, he wakes up on another beautiful Sunday morning. As part of his normal routine, he kisses his wife and children, grabs a cup of coffee, and walks over to the front door to get the newspaper. As he steps out to pick up the paper, he notices a snail on his doorstep. The snail looks up at him and says, "What the hell was that all about?"
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In the mean-time, if you've ever felt guilty about not getting round to something, sleeping in late, or skiving in general then check the Idler site out. Great tips on/justification for doing very little and generally enjoying life. Also, the Fanto site has been updated a bit, with more photos and an essay by art historian David J Peacock.
And finally, a joke:
One beautiful Sunday morning, a man wakes up and rolls out of bed. As part of his normal routine, he kisses his wife and children, grabs a cup of coffee, and walks over to the front door to get the newspaper. As he steps out to pick up the paper, he notices a snail walking across his doorstep. He picks up the snail and chucks it across the street into a field.
Ten years later, he wakes up on another beautiful Sunday morning. As part of his normal routine, he kisses his wife and children, grabs a cup of coffee, and walks over to the front door to get the newspaper. As he steps out to pick up the paper, he notices a snail on his doorstep. The snail looks up at him and says, "What the hell was that all about?"
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