Choc covered Digestives

The sordid lack of human interaction within a cubicle farm has led me to contemplate deeply philosophical issues, including the following one:

Should chocolate covered digestive biscuits be eaten with the chocolate side face up, or face down?

Naturally one would tend to hold them with the chocolate side face-up, since gravity and the need to keep fingers chocolate free (be nice to keyboards) makes you hold the drier, less messy digestive biscuit side, but this means that your tongue first comes into contact with the digestive biscuit side, and not the chocolate side, which is clearly immoral. Oh the quandry.

Reminds me of a calvin and hobbes strip where calvin was complaining about his peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and how the jelly should be on top of the peanut butter (it definitely tastes better that way), and his mom made it wrong, whereupon she just flipped said sandwich over. Mm. PB&J.

Subconscious Bus Sychology

So when you are part of a whole bunch of people at the bus interchange getting onto an empty bus... where do you sit? What are your mental processes like? What determines your choice of action?

For most people, it'd probably be something like
1. which doubleseat doesn't already have someone sitting in it
2. Which seat is nearest/furthest from that damn TV screen (depending on your inclinations)

and then what?
3. Which seat is nearest the door for easy dismounting so you don't have to totter around and stand in a moving bus for a while before getting off?

or
3. which seat is furthest from the door so you don't have your climate controlled aircon interrupted rudely by warm gusts of air from the open door?

what if all the seats already have one person sitting on them and you have to choose who to sit next do? How do you choose?
So i've decided to start observing seating patterns on the trip back from Toa Payoh interchange to my house as the bus fills up. Do people tend to sit next to others of their own gender? or opposite gender? or race? or just, well, next to the smallest person they can find who takes up the least space? Or does it not matter who's sitting there? which seats in the bus fill up first? hmmmmmmmm.

cars are evil. =(

But here's a photo of the sunset at braddell road at rush hour. Well, at sunset hour.



"Red Sky in the morning, sailor's warning. Red Sky at night, sailor's delight."

bowled over

Some of life’s greatest philosophical revelations arise from moments spent sitting in the toilet. Some of life’s worst, too. In particular today I had a number of thoughts:

1. I may not be hung over, but my brain feels tingly and I probably lost a few hundred thousand brain cells there.


2. The speed of which the toilet roll decreases in radius increases with time in a linear fashion


3. I wonder how people could actually come in here to sleep?


4. I should only do work for female bosses, because then I won’t bump into them in the toilet.