My Weekend

This is what i did over the weekend.

My 2004 tax return!! Yay! Since I officially don't have any tax outstanding for 2004, I shall generously award a Bitchslapped Across The Galaxy Award for whichever jackass in the IRB who came up with our brand of Self-Assesment. Fine, self-assess. But to not give us a J-Form? I.e. We're-Too-Lazy-To-Do-Our-Job-AND-We-Couldn't-Be Stuffed-To-Even-Perform-Mindless-Data-Entry-Based-On-Your-Assesment-And-Issue-You-An-Official-Verification.

The said enviable award shall jointly be enjoyed by the dumbass who devised the new BE form. Why require us to write our name and tax file name on EVERY BLOODY PAGE when obviously, since it's pre-printed on the front of the form, they already have it in the system? Why not pre-print each page too? Think I'll make rubber stamps of my name and tax file number for next year. And what's with asking for my phone number right in the middle of the employer information section?

I hope you all choke on the extra karipaps that you can now stuff your fat asses with during the limitless hours of minum that you now enjoy from the lack of work.

On to less grumpier things...

I must have clocked in at least 8 hours of Age of Empires II (Conquerors expansion) on the PC, with at least one 3 1/2 hour continuous sitting. How not to dream of the little jaguar warriors and aztec priests (they were bishops in my dream) sailing on their transport ships to the installation of the new Pope? Serves me right for going to sleep with CNN on.

Speaking of dreams... on Friday night I dreamt that I delivered a baby giraffe. No, it wasn't birthed OUT of me, because that would be like, impossible and not to mention freaky, dream notwithstanding The mother giraffe was lying flat, straight as a ruler (a pretty long one) and the baby came whooshing out across the floor. This little giraffe had long long shiny black hair which should have freaked the crap out of me and sent me straight out of dreamland, but strangely enough did not. Guess I'm less of a scaredy cat in my dreams.

Perhaps it stemmed from having watched a documentary about cheetahs and springboks. This highly educational show inspired my sudden thought that if I could move like an animal, I'd want to bounce like a springbok. Boing boing boing...without hungry cheetahs in attendance of course. Then I watched some more documentaries about Phoenicians and some other dusty civilisation whilst grooming the eyebrows and whiskers of a sleeping human cat. Apparently it is possible to fall asleep in the midst of having hairs ripped out of your face.

Last night I watched a documentary about Ramses the Great, Moses and the biblical story of the Exodus. Apparently, the parting of the Red Sea by Moses could have been really just the parting of reeds in the Reed Sea, ie a swampy plain of reeds. Kakaka. More interestingly, Eyptian boys had the wierdest hairdos. Somewhere along the way I blesphemed but did not get struck down by wrathy lightning for such sacrilege. Lucky me!

As is obvious, I watched a lot of documentaries.

I also spent almost 5 hours watching a marathon of Amazing Race 7 episodes. And Oprah hosted a massive baby shower for 650 pregnant army wives. SHE's a MIracle!

Oh and I helped ice chocolate sour cream cupcakes with orange icing. So pretty!

All in all a pretty good weekend.