You might have noticed that I haven’t uploaded a photo in a few days. I’m currently devoid of access to the internet, and it doesn’t seem like it will change until Monday the earliest. I’ll try to make it to the Library tomorrow though to post the missing photos.
Happy Halloween!
First flowers of spring blooming on Gilmorehill in Glasgow
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That cigarette in the picture above is the last (?) cigarette I’m smoking. Well, smoked. At 11pm on December 28th, 2007. I’ve changed the posting time and date backwards to the moment I threw that cigarette away, just so I’d have a timestamp to remember this possibly successful endeavour.
This is not a patronizing post on the harms of smoking and why smoking is bad for you. It is bad for you, everyone and everyone’s uncle knows this. Every single smoker has thought about quitting at one point or another, so I’ll leave that at what it is: a personal choice and issue.
My quitting started a year ago with a New Year’s resolution. Yeah, those never work. I know, I’ve tried it. Going cold turkey just like that didn’t work for me the first time ’round. Allowing the thought to simmer and marinate for a year helped. Smoking not being allowed in bars etcetera as of this last June helped. (The idea was my girlfriend’s, and she’s in this with me…)
Whatever your reasons may be for quitting or not quitting smoking, I have something to boggle your mind on: Statistics.
I started smoking on my Saturday, April 28, 2001 (my 18th birthday) and quit on Friday, December 28, 2007.
That’s 2436 days, if you count the start date and the end date.
Or 6 years, 8 months, 1 day.
Or 348 weeks.
Or 58,464 hours.
Or 3,507,840 minutes.
Or 210,470,400 seconds.
So, for the sake of argument let’s call it a pack smoked a day. A pack has between 10 and 30 cigarettes, so we’ll average it at 20 cigarettes per pack.
That’s 48,720 cigarettes.
That’s a lot of cigarettes.
Let’s talk money then, shall we? I once calculated that every cigarette, depending on the price and size of the pack of cigarettes (and a few other factors), a single cigarette in the Western world costs in the ballpark of 0.20€, give or take.
That’s 9744 euros.
That’s a lot of money.
Alrighty, there’s my rationalisations on the matter. I shall now go to sleep with unavoidable anticipation of the next few days, the days which’ll be the worst. Jolly good.
Good night!
Just another lovely product from China with amusing “english” product info on the back…
Do have to give some credit to the person who wrote the litany of features, as most of the text is in correct english, but that just highlights the mistakes… How many mistakes can you spot?
And once again, from the same notebook as the last two pictures, comes another “huh?” moment…
I’ll let the photo speak for itself, and you can make your own conclusions as to what exactly the color in question is supposed to be…
Continuing with the same notebook as the one before this, I understand that attempts at poetic language may usually seem quite weird, but this one takes the cake…
Working at an arts & crafts/stationary/a lot of everything else store, Tiimari, I keep running into these lovely Chinese translations and whatnot.
SKY IS OUR SERVER MACHINE?
Usually, one can decipher what was actually meant by the “english” words written. But in this case, I’m completely lost…
Tell me, what does that look like to you? This is not a perversion test… Just be honest… =)
Please reply in the comments section below…
This might have been completely accidental, but it sure is funny, in an ironic way.
In Espoon Keskus (Espoo, Finland), there’s a building that houses a bar (baari), a driving school (autokoulu), and a funeral service (hautauspalvelu), all under the same roof.
Be it accidental or not, it does portray the message pretty aptly: Drinking + Driving = Death
Wonder how business is going in the establisments?
In case you missed it, the second coming of Jesus apparently occurred last friday (June 29th) at 6pm in the United States in the form of the Apple iPhone, aka the JesusPhone… (Not going to cover that event or product because there are MILLIONS of websites covering the iPhone and its release last week. Just google it, or go to ANY gadget site…)
The Chinese have a knack at producing things which try to ride off the fame of another product. I found a few notebooks at work the other day, several years old, which seem to be riding on the “i” wagon…
Introducing… The iDog!
And The iCat!
[Found at Tiimari in Tapiola, Espoo]
