Showing posts with label cartoons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cartoons. Show all posts

Monday, 30 September 2013

So, to summarize today's hair...

Had to get a new driving licence photo taken today. So here's now today went...


Monday, 6 April 2009

Waaaa-choo

WhyNotSmile has a Bad Cold®, with symptoms including (but not limited to) blocked nose, sore throat, runny nose, tiredness, sore muscles, temperature and sneezing.

I really hate having the cold: you feel awful, but you are expected to get on with things and not complain. Colds do not do well in the 'Amount of discomfort' vs. 'Level of sympathy' stakes.

For instance. You would expect that the more ill you feel, the more sympathy you could expect, like this:



Of course, WhyNotSmile would like sympathy to be distributed like this:



which may be why her life will be one continuous disappointment.

However, after a survey of WhyNotSmile's levels of illness vs amount of sympathy received over the years, I am led to conclude that this is not how it works at all. I decided to exclude sympathy from parents, which is always generous, and from my doctor, who is lovely and very sympathetic no matter what I throw at her*, and to base this on amount of sympathy from others. Furthermore, I divided it into childhood illnesses (green dots) and adult illnesses (red dots). This is what I discovered:



* I mean this in a metaphorical sense. WhyNotSmile does not condone throwing things at doctors.

Monday, 18 August 2008

Why I Want Broadband at Home

I love the library. I go there a lot and take full advantage of all the facilities they offer: newspapers, magazines, free computer access, and being allowed to borrow 10 books at once.

I also like Indexed, and it is in this spirit that I present to you my one single gripe about the library, which causes me to wish I had Broadband at home:

Wednesday, 18 June 2008

Things That Baffle Me #4: Running For Pleasure, in Public

Now that summer is upon us, as it were, the streets are positively packed with joggers. This is a fetish I have never understood: why would grown adults run about in public, for pleasure?

As far as I can think on the matter, there are only two good reasons why I would ever run in public, neither of them pleasurable:

1. If there was something scary behind me and I wanted to get away from it:


2. If there was something in front of me that I wanted to get to quickly:


And apart from these I cannot think of any reason to run in public.

Thursday, 28 February 2008

Types of meetings

After extensive research, I have discovered that meetings in work can be split into 2 types: