So I got a new job!
Well.. a new term anyway! My term was to run out on Feb 1st but I was offered another year on the phones as someone got put on a different project, openening up a position for me!
So this is good. Lose job bad. Keep job good.
Basically what it means is I'll still have time to drop by the ol blogger once in a while and treat you all to a spandacular display of pseudohomophones like 'barc dahgi barc' or 'tern off tha mewsic its herting my brane.'
(pseudohomophones are non-words that sound like words eg. Bloo... in case you missed that..)
And now, for my first time ever..
The sewdohomofone stori.
Once Upon a time... Thare was mylz and mylz of hawt swhis peeple eeting nyse cleen toona. They were so braiv that the boans soked in a droar for munths before they were aten. Wun dey, a hyer klass swhis man swoar he cood pwn the noobs and bern the hedj thay lived in. So he took a stroal and seaked out the tule hoo challenged him. He made it to the foart and getting in was a breaz! He jsut walked rite in! In a phlash noobs were on him like mawths, it was all he cood do to hoald on! Then lyke a wyld coalt he swung the ehj of his sword as he backed into a feeld. He was nocked to the flore and hurt his pryd.. but one more phlash and my Jimminy he was fyne! His sword swung to teh toon of hapi dayz and his gaim was on! dryv after dryv he punished the noobs until he could swing no mohr. A small dawt formed in his eye as teh last noob phell. He was in a precarious stait, he coold barley gyde himself to terhn the door handel and he helled on for a wyle.. resting on that spawt..
Man, I think I'll gawlf tomoro... he thot in his mynd. Then fell doun and hert his sholder.
Teh nects dai... his wyfe was a bit angry and mayd him stai and play hoest for teh wyne and chease party on their bote! He was layt and to say the leest his wyfe was not nyse when she spawted him. He maid it better wen he helled her hand.
So teh moral of the stori is if u hold yore wyfe's hand. Everything will be ok.