Comic Relief

So the other day, my colleague emailed me saying "PLEASE COME TO MY DESK RIGHT NOW. I NEED YOUR EYES", I sauntered over 1 hour later after his second email "WHERE ARE YOO?", only to find him hunched over at his desk, as if in great pain.

I asked, "Yo, what's up, what's the emergency?" and he said, "THIS!"

He showed me a powerpoint presentation, done using the crayon template in MS Powerpoint *cringe factor 10*, with plenty of colourful starbursts *cringe factor 15* that DON'T MATCH. OW. It's the visual equivalent of scratching your nails across the blackboard. To top it all off, as a crowning glory, the entire breathtaking presentation was done using COMIC SANS FONT.

*hyperventilate* excuse me, I need to calm down.

COMIC SANS is NOT A FONT. It is an ABOMINATION. Never, ever ever use it. Delete it from your list of fonts, if possible. Please, for the love of all things good and pretty, use Arial or Helvetica Neue. At least people won't snigger when they look at you during the presentation.

With that, I leave you with a video discussing both sides to the issue: Comic Sans--Trash it or junk it?

Comic Sans from Sam and Anita on Vimeo.

FAILZ.

Fren says:
Jim buys some chocs and gives half to ken
ken buys some sweets and gives half to jim
jim eats 12 sweets and the ratio of jim's sweets to chocs was 1:7
ken eats 18 chocs and the ratio of ken's sweets to chocs was 1:4

how many sweets did ken buy?

Fren says:
P6 question
took me 10mins....
I am shamed

I say:
WTH
where did u get this?

Fren says:
my cuz sent it to me
I lost to her by 5 mins

(4min later...)
I say:
did he buy 21 sweets?

Fren says:
failz pri 6

I say:
omg
wat's the answer!?

Fren says:
68

I say:
... wth.

Fren says:
tough isn't it

I say:
HOW?!

Fren says:
took me 10

(1hr later)

Fren says:
solved?
:D

I say:
stop mocking me!

Fren says:
I is not 'toopidest
woot!!

I say:
ROFL!!!
I HATE YOOO



Do YOU know how to get to the answer??

The Story of My Life

My Day Stinks.

You know that your day is off to a bad start when on your usual long drawn unexciting commute to work, someone lets off a silent gaseous killer in the sardine packed bus and you slowly watch the air around you turn green and brown and you turn blue and purple as you choke and try not to breathe but yet take in enough air to stay alive. *WHEEZE, WHEEZE*

Words went off like alarm bells in my head, namely WTF--as in, What The Fart?! You @$$ (literally)! Leaving a stinkbomb like that and letting us innocents die a slow, painful death?!

And when you arrive in the office, with the last trails of green and brown gas leaving the tendrils of your hair, lo, the painters were called in to repaint the office right behind your desk. Paint fumes, whee! My emails will be incoherent! My brain will be mush! My drink tastes of paint fumes, too! Rainbows and unicorns will prance around my desk in tempo with the pounding of keyboards around me!

My day stinks. I hope yours will smell like flowers and sunshine, and if it does, take a deep breath in rememberance of me.