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Surreal evening, yesterday. This great big dog [German Shepard, methinks] kept coming up to people's tables, drooling on the tables until he got hold of a coaster, and then going off to chew on the coaster for a while. Then he brough it back. It was extrememly funny, but maybe I just had too much to drink. [Note: Guiness is not something to drink when one's been dead sober for weeks.]

We also got point-and-laughed at by drunken Irishmen. What the fuck was that about? I don't get it. Why were we being amusing? I mean, sure, I thought we were, but they can't have overheard us, and even if they had, they wouldn't've understood what the fuck we were on about.

So, yeah. Irish people confuse me. Obviously.

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Normally, I find auto-replies highly annoying, but this one I liked. It's in Welsh:

-----Original Message-----
From: <snip>
Sent: Friday, April 20, 2001 1:49 PM
To: <snip>
Subject: <snip>

Thank you for your e-mail.    /      Diolch am yr e-bost.

I am away from Cardiff School of Biosciences until 23 April 20001.  If you 
have an urgent message or query please e-mail <snip> on:
<snip>  who may be able to contact me.  I shall attempt
to reply to all e-mails as soon as possible on my return. 

'Rwyf i ffwrdd o Ysgol Biowyddorau Caerdydd hyd Dydd Llun 23 Ebrill 2001.
Os oes gennych neges neu gwestiwn brys yna anfonwch e-bost i <snip>
ar:  <snip> - mae yna bosiblrwydd y gall gysylltu a mi.
Gwnaf fy ngorau i ateb eich e-bost cyn gynted a phosibl ar ol i  mi 
ddychwelyd i Gaerdydd. 

Random Observation #3

I have a Melissa Etheridge skin on my winamp. This makes me very happy indeed.

(no subject)

Took this test that's been doing the LJ rounds. I have no personality disorders. Wahey! I'm sane!

Mr Stipe, Sir?

Why can't we see you naked?

[Will make more sense if you know the lyrics to this song.]