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Metaphysics it is the science that studies a black cat, inside a dark room... that is not there


Here is an empty Salamanca Square as seen from above. At the back there should be a mountain, but the clouds decided to hide it for the day.

I thought I'd share my notes from a meeting last week:
talk.
talk talk talk.
blah blah BLAH blah blah.
talk blah talk BLAH blah talk blah.
BLAH blah BLAH BLAH BLAH blah blah BLAH BLAH.
ner NER NER NER talk talk BLAH NER BLAH BLAH ner NER NER.

Comments

yournotalone said…
:D:D:D - you seem pretty pissed off - great shot by the way.
yournotalone said…
Honestly I can't stop laughing :D
yournotalone said…
My girlfriend just said she thinks you are not angry - you must be pretty excited and looking forwards to attend the next one :D
yournotalone said…
:D:D I just red the title, man :D:D:D
Priyanka Khot said…
That meeting must have been something... I am sure you cant wait for more blah, talk and NER :-)
KL said…
Beautiful town square, especially the color. Gee! it is so empty. From these pics, it can be understood that Australia is a huge country with a puny population.
yamini said…
How strange, we had a similar meeting earlier today? Why are offices all over the world so similarly boring???
G. B. Miller said…
Sounds like one of my normal staff meetings for payroll.

Must have been pretty difficult to keep your eyes open.
Kris McCracken said…
Aigars, oh I was.
Kris McCracken said…
Aigars, I’ve always admired the Latvian sense of humour. Einars Repše amuses me NO END!
Kris McCracken said…
Aigars, I hope to avoid the next few.
Kris McCracken said…
Aigars, it drew my eye.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, unfortunately it is all to common. Some people talk nothing but rubbish.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, it used to be a quarry.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I hate work.
Kris McCracken said…
G, I fake it pretty well. Mind you, I use my real name and photo online, so word is out.

Be warned future meeting attendees!

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