Cheese Eating Surrender Wombat http://marsupialmusic.net/nick Cropdusting Customs Officials Since 2006 Tue, 10 Mar 2009 06:56:59 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en 7. Law, What Is It Good For? Thanks to Joel for passing this article on.  No wonder His Honour went a bit bonkers and started using words not found at breathable altitudes. 2643 pages of judgment for bedtime reading, with a "diet" 27 page summary for the punters. I've reproduced some nice statistics of the Bell litigation (so far) here. 3.2. Statistics 3.2.1. ... http://marsupialmusic.net/nick/archives/2008/10/7-law-what-is-it-good-for/ 6. In Which The Wombat Sits At His Desk, Fanning His Balls Like a Proboscis Monkey. This is me, fanning my balls like some kind of proboscis monkey.  Is it hot in here?  It may well be, because my balls are requiring some serious fanning right now.  I am, I must admit, more than a little disillusioned.  The weather is terrible, the work is generally terrible, and the Dutch ... http://marsupialmusic.net/nick/archives/2008/10/6-in-which-the-wombat-sits-at-his-desk-fanning-his-balls-like-a-proboscis-monkey/ 5. In Which the Wombat Goes to Düsseldorf, Cultivates 2 Day Hangover. The glorious indifference of the Dutch was in full flight on Saturday, with a number of train cancellations/ cows getting hit by trains wreaking havoc on my voyage.  I wouldn't have had too many problems, had the information stand at which I enquired actually given me some information.  However, in ... http://marsupialmusic.net/nick/archives/2008/10/5-in-which-the-wombat-goes-to-dusseldorf-cultivates-2-day-hangover/ 4. In which the Wombat travels to Amsterdam and watches a Frenchman get stoned beyond comprehension. Bureaucracy sucks.  It really does.  I am a lawyer, used to life in a big firm, where the only (and I really mean only) advantage of billing more hours than heartbeats in a year is that you can slash through red tape like a fucking samurai.  For example:   "Excuse me Ms. Office ... http://marsupialmusic.net/nick/archives/2008/10/4-in-which-the-wombat-travels-to-amsterdam-and-watches-a-frenchman-get-stoned-beyond-comprehension/ 3. The How and The Why. Woah.  I look back at a previous post of not-so-long ago and see an entirely different person, one who was unhappy at work, and in spending his life at work, was unhappy with life.   To anyone sitting at a desk surrounded by vainglorious arsehats who do nothing but squint shortsightedly ... http://marsupialmusic.net/nick/archives/2008/09/3-the-how-and-the-why/ 2. In which the perished rodent enters a glorious afterlife. Life pedals slowly along here in The Hague.  Monday rolls into the midweek and on to the weekend like the buns of a fat Dutch lady leaning into a turn.  There is an air of indifference that fills the city, which I must say, I quite like.  Nobody seems to care about ... http://marsupialmusic.net/nick/archives/2008/09/in-which-the-perished-rodent-enters-a-glorious-afterlife/ 1. In which the Wombat returns to the amazing world of human experience. After a hectic flight itinerary that involved a 24 hour layover in New York (and about 16 hours of the serious drinking mix with Charles as a result), a classic 8am Guinness at Dublin airport, another flight that was strangely overpopulated by Poles (judging by their homemade onion salads and aggressive attempts ... http://marsupialmusic.net/nick/archives/2008/09/in-which-the-wombat-returns-to-the-amazing-world-of-human-experience/