Bureaucratic Kung Fu

Today was a day of bureaucratic frustration. I went to the EI office again and stood in a long, slow-moving line. Normally, standing in a queue is a total waste of time. Not this time. I decided to practice my sil nim tao . People gave me strange looks, but I didn't care. Kung fu beats standing in line mentally drooling all over yourself, any day.

Then I biked forever and a day out to the medicare place, and practiced the wing chun hand movements as I peddled.

I guess I'm living the Shaolin Soccer dream.

I'm contemplating getting my right eyebrow pierced. I've been thinking about it for about fifteen years. What say you?

Time for more links:

Bloody Sunday Bush: Someone has too much time on their hands.

Batman Origin Comics: The real story.

Cameroon girls battle 'breast ironing': "The most widely used instrument to flatten the breasts is a wooden pestle, used for pounding tubers in the kitchen. Heated bananas and coconut shells are also used." Jay-ziz.

Nautie: psoridian? This ought to be your next knitting project.

Extreme Instability: Gorgeous storm photography (thanks, doyce).

Kids Plus Paint equal reasonable cause for justifiable homicide.

I have another job interview on Friday, this time for something that sounds horrendous: filling out billing forms for 40 hours a week. I was this close to applying for work at an adult massage parlour today. Lord of money, please help me.

And now I must get ready to pump some fucking iron!