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Of or pertaining to the semiconscious state prior to complete wakefulness
So, if you’re having a dream where you’re showering in a waterfall, the hypnopompic part is the bit just before you wake up to realise that you’ve pissed the bed.
Did you know that? I didn’t know that. Go Ducks.
I don’t know if this is true, but i just overheard some guy at the table next to me saying it. He sounds like he knows what he’s talking about.
Come back, moon!
Wikipedia is closed and I don’t know where any other information in the world is kept.
But it’s just the English language version of Wikipedia that isn’t working, so we can still learn through the medium of foreign-speak.
So here’s the history of the Tusken Raiders in Italian.
It’s called ‘Flying High’ for some reason.
And it’s not just Australia that doesn’t seem to know what an airplane is. New Zealand, South Africa, Japan and the Philippines also know the greatest comedy ever as Flying High.
Flying High 2: The Sequel
I can’t seem to find any reason why the title was changed, so if anyone knows, please write in.
What’s even better though, is the German title: Continue reading
It’s about time I learned something again.
While reading a story about Waterstone’s dropping the apostrophe in their name (the BBC are all over it), I almost blurted out my hilariously tiny cup of English breakfast tea upon reading this line:
chairman of the Apostrophe Society John Richards has condemned the change, calling it “just plain wrong”.
There’s an Apostrophe Society? How have I not known about this before? I’m madly in love with the apostrophe and regularly get off on correcting the misuse of it.
This is my heroin
In fact, their full title is The Apostrophe Protection Society and judging by their logo, they are akin to the Justice League in both mission and style.
Honestly, I would love to join, but I’d imagine they have a very strict selection process. It’s probably like the Stonecutters, you have to save the life of a member or your father has to be a member.
I think I would be disappointed in my Dad if he was a member of The Apostrophe Protection Society, so I’m just going to hang out by chairman John Richard’s house and Heimlich him when he chokes on a chicken wing or something.
At lunch today with a work colleague, Jorge, we both exited the car in the bucketing rain, to make a dash to the chipper.
This is how it would have looked if I was bald, black and brining out the rubbish.
Well, I made a dash for it. Jorge casually strolled from car to food as if he wasn’t being pelted by a thousand flying puddles of cloud-piss.
I asked him why he decided to do the slow-mo Reservoir Dogs walk through the wall of water and he told me that you get less wet walking than running in the rain.
I had heard this a few times before and had disregarded it then as quickly as I did today.
Basically, top scientists in Bristol are claiming that urine can be used as a viable energy source.
They say tests have produced small amounts of energy, but more research could produce “useful” levels of power.
I don’t know if I’m keen on the idea of dropping my phone in the urinal to charge it, but whatever, who am I to stand in the way of progress?
Did anyone even notice I was gone?
If I learned anything in the 6 weeks since I was here (yes, 6 weeks, why didn’t anyone notice?), then I have since forgotten.
But to get things going again, here’s something I learned today:
And I would insist on receiving my salary Crystal Maze style: air-blasted at me while I stand in a giant, transparent orb
