OddThinking

Apparently my CPU has been getting up around 75°C.

I ignored it for a while. However, last weekend I decided it was time for action.

Before I can tell you your new password, I need you to garlphrumph kwellaos.

For the last 10 years, I have visited a shopping area occasionally, and I watch with interest the current levels of redundancy in the assortment of retail establishments.

Once up a time, I was trying to concentrate on the essay I was writing, but I had been working on it for a while, and I was having trouble remaining focussed.

I started to read the question: “Anthony and Janet are chemistry students and are having an argument about-”

“Stop there!” interrupted my father!

At what age did boys make model airplanes? At that tender age, I had never been so mortified – it absolutely horrified me what this young sales assistant thought.

Here’s another story of coming out wrong… wait, wait… let me re-word that.

I am encountering a weird networking problem.

There’s an advertising campaign at the moment showing a blonde model wearing nothing but white underwear. Every day, I pass this image on a billboard. Every day, I double-take and look again in shock. Finally, I shake my head at the standards of today’s advertising.

“I will read your mind!” boasted the mentalist. “You can pick a colour, or a flower, or an element of the periodic table, write it down, show it to the audience and seal it in an envelope. Then I will read your mind and predict what it says! In fact, you could write any English word, and I will predict it.”