Rocko's modern eye test

The other they I went to have my eyes checked and the optometrist put some drops in my eyes to dilate my pupils. If you want to see what happened, well, it went a little something like this:



I think that apart from me not being a wallaby and all this is a pretty accurate portayal of the events or maybe that's what happens when you go see Mr. Baba with an eye problem.

Seriously though, the night before my appointment I was watching tv and this exact same episode came on. Funny that I would have the same thing done to me the next morning...coincidences.

It also reminded me how good Rocko's modern life is, anyone who hasn't watched that show at least once is missing out. Go download it now I tell thee!

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Mr. Baba!

I got this on the post the other day and I thought I'd share it with you guys:


- He'll destroy my problems before it destroys me!
- Return immediately of my lover! Yay!
- Fidelity and happiness between us!

Seriously guys, if you are a victim of evil forces (como el peje) or you can't get it up (como el peje) you've gotta call Mr. Baba.

He'll help you as long as your problem doesn't involve writing a primary school level essay with barely decent grammar.

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Thanks Roger!

Yes! You get 2 posts for the price of one today! Yay!

For those of you who don't know, I'm a big tennis nut. I've been playing the sport since I was a kid and even though since I'm here in England I've taken a shine to squash, tennis holds a special place in my heart.
Tennis nut that I am, I try to keep up to date with all the current tournaments and rankings and shit. Currently Roger Federer is the world number 1 player. The guy is virtually untouchable, he's won more than 60 matches this year and only lost 4, all 4 to the same guy. What does that mean? It means that were it not for this little nuisance, the Fed (as some people call him) would be undeafeted.
Yeah, well not anymore. Tonight, Roger lost his first match of the year to anyone not named Nadal. The conqueror? Non other than the latest british tennis hope, young Andy Murray from Scotland. Upon seeing that Fed was scheduled to play the young scot some people (myself included) thought there was a possibility of an upset given that Fed was coming from a very tough week in Toronto where despite winning the title he had to go to 3 sets in his last 4 matches and that this kid can play and he has the kind of game that bothers the Fed.
Taking all this into account I decided to check out the odds on Murray winning the match. They were pretty juicy at 10/1, i.e., for every dollar you bet you get 10 back in case you win. After much deliberating in my head I decided to make a little wager. I must say that even accounting for the reasons stated above I still thought Federer was going to tough it out and take the match, that's why it was hard for me to place the bet. But I did. And Murray just won 7/5 6/4!

Apparently (didn't see the match) Federer played like the shit, but what do I care I'm 100 pounds sterling richer for his stinkiness tonight!!!!

So this post is just to say thanks Roger for paying for my new running shoes and 1Gb of RAM memory for my laptop, she really needs it, she's old and frail the poor thing.

Fresh new kicks!

More days like this....

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Of knees and ankles

Remember a while back when I told you I hurt my knee during my 10k preparations? Well, after wearing a knee support for some time the thing eventually got better and it doesn't hurt anymore, it healed naturally, slowly but surely. Now guess what? I fuckin' sprained my ankle 3 weeks ago, and it wasn't during any exercise like running or playing squash, it was while jumping like an idiot to a Green Day song at Jilly's Rockworld, Manchester's premier rock place (it rocks by the way). The sprain wasn't mild but it wasn't ugly, let's just say it was mild enough to not require an x-ray. Of course, after that it was all swollen and shit so I had to cancel my running and squash for some time. After a week I started playing squash again since the ankle didn't hurt but I postponed the running until today mostly because I didn't feel as comfortable running and because of a bit of laziness too. Besides, yesterday I brought a fresh pair of kicks which I wanted to try out today :)
This events got me thinking (I've always thought about it really) about how high maintenance the body is, it takes so little to keep you from doing things you do regularly on a day to day basis. A dodgy knee, a sprained ankle, a bad wrist, a tummy ache, a headache , blisters... Any of these things can keep you from, in my case, playing squash or going for a nice run. I dunno, guess it makes you think how good you have it compared with other people, I mean if I had to stop doing all the shit I do (especially the squash which I enjoy like a lil kid) it would be quite depressing.
I don't really know where I'm going with this post so I'm just gonna stop. I'll try to write something somewhat interesting sometime soon.

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p.s. Today during my first run in 3 weeks due to the ankle shit it started raining, a very light drizzle at first followed by some pretty steady rain. Needless to say, I ended up soaking wet. Welcome back you fucker haha.

Message

Ozzy Osbourne stopped by, he left you this message:


Yup, that's the kind of thing one can find outside the probability and statistics department in good ol' manchester uni. They must have some issues ;)

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Curse of the Huarache!

"It's been a hot summer here in England and it's not even August yet" - Those were my thoughts when, tired of the confines of my trainers, I decided to get myself a pair of huaraches (sandals for you my non-spanish speaking friends) last friday.
What happened next should be obvious, it's been pouring down since saturday! Especially today on my way to university it was just coming down with a vengeance as if to compensate for all the rain we haven't seen since June.


This course of events was, of course, inevitable since the curse of the huarache is nothing else than an application of Murhpy's law and no one is exempt from murphy's law.

Better go buy a pair of wellies.

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