Time Capsule

Back in the early-mid 1980's, the teaching faculty at my primary school had this bright idea to build a time capsule. Basically, the time capsule was constructed and painted to look like a space shuttle.

In order to take part, all the kids and teaching staff had to write a letter to themselves or to someone else and place it in an envelope along with any items that were relevant to the 1980's. The envelopes were then placed into this time capsule which would be buried at a designated site on the school grounds. Then when the year 2000 arrived, there would be a big reunion at the school and the time capsule would be dug up with the envelopes distributed to those present.

There was a big ceremony on the day the time capsule was buried. To add a greater dramatic effect to the time capsule being lowered into the ground, they played "Also Sprach Zarathustra" by Richard Strauss. To you Philistines, that's the piece of music at the beginning of the movie "2001: A Space Odyssey".

Naively I thought to myself "Wow this is a great occasion! Can't wait to come back here in the year 2000 and catch up with everyone!"

Unfortunately the school closed down in the early 1990's. My damn envelope is still buried in that time capsule some twenty-odd years later. I would love to get my envelope back. After all, those Michael Jackson bubblegum trading cards contained inside could be worth a lot of money these days.

I can just imagine one hundred years from now, some treasure hunter will stumble upon my most prized childhood possession and exclaim "DANG! Michael Jackson was black?!"

Right, I'll get my coat.....

Evil Cat

I've decided to name and shame the big, overweight, unfit, fat, orange cat that scratched me the other day. Her real name is "Ginger". This is what she looks like.....

Look at that cold, steely gaze.....She's pure evil I tell ya!

This tub of lard doesn't do much all day. She mainly lies around looking grumpy, when she's not eating, that is. Look at her lying there on the bed like a beached whale.....

She's just begging for someone to pinch that fatty underbelly of hers.

For some reason, "Ginger" loves to dwell in cardboard boxes. She can't get enough of curling up in any boxes that are lying around the house. Most likely, the cardboard box and her thick layer of fat provides "Ginger" with comfortable insulation.


Look at her.....Looking so smug, comfortable and insulated.....

Make sure you don't disturb her though or the evil claws come out.

Maybe if "Ginger" scratches me again, I will have take it down the road to the nearby Chinese restaurant. You know what I'm saying?!

Maybe then it can get to dwell in a different type of cardboard box.....

WAH! Number 68: Sweet & Sour Cat!

Disclaimer: My family used to own a Chinese restaurant and I can vouch that no cat products were ever used as cooking ingredients. (Dog meat was by far much cheaper.)

Right, I'll get my coat.....

Women Wearing The Same Outfits

I once attended a class at university where the lecturer was wearing the exact same brand name collared shirt as myself. Feeling a slight bit of embarrassment, I sat farther back in the lecture hall that day and had a laugh about it with my mates.

I think the situation is deemed more socially embarrassing when it arises between 2 women. Look what happened at the "Premiere Magazine Women In Hollywood" gala held a couple of nights ago in L.A.

Are Christina Applegate and Rachel Griffiths such close buddies that they called each other up before the awards ceremony to make sure they would wear the exact Hugo Boss dress?

But seriously, I can only image the feeling is 100 times worse for women celebrities who attend award ceremonies and get photographed in front of the worldwide media.

At least Christina Applegate and Rachel Griffiths didn't do what Zhang Ziyi did at the Venice Film Festival earlier this month. Here's the polka-dot Armani dress Zhang Ziyi wore.....

Two months earlier, the outfit worn by Xu Jinglei at a press conference.....

Hard to "spot" the difference hey?

Right, I'll get my coat.....