why wy?

They've discovered a new planet but I feel strangely unexcited, I guess maybe because it's so far away. If you could name the new planet what would you call it? I like Tom, but I guess the science people are going to want something greek-sounding. Here's what's already been taken. My other suggestions are 42, planet Adams, Darth Vader, Mustafa (no R, like the shop), and possibly, Marina Bay. Smirk.

I bought leather boots today, in a shining example of male commando-style shopping. I saw it in the catalogue, did a recce the day before, found out which stores had my size, tried and bought it in under 5 minutes.

Funnier still was a man standing next to where I parked my bike. He was going on about how chain locks were useless because thieves go around with boltcutters, how they are speedy professionals and to get a better lock. Then, he hesitated, looked at da pink ting and said, maybe not yours, but people with thousand dollar bikes have to be careful.

At work, we had to pacify irate customers who didn't have allocated seats but wanted to sit in the empty reserved area. (The game was sold out so the stadium sells standing room tickets for the same price, which is capitalism to the max, not that I'm complaining when they pay for my boots.) We had to chuck a few out when the reserved area guys came back to their seats, and one guy turned particularly nasty, which is disappointing because he seemed like a reasonable chap up to that point. I didn't get to answer back, choosing wisely to remain in the background (radiating moral support) while a more enthusiastic colleague fended him off.

Some of the things he said: You have no compassion.
My ideal world response: Oh yeah, I knew there was something I forgot to get at the supermarket. Or, in my culture, we eat dogs.
Him: Get a life.
Me: Get a book, learn to read. S-t-a-n-d-i-n-g o-n-l-y.

Enough smarminess for one night.