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Hilarious video…. Littered with double meanings… Totally loved it..

Sometimes simple things can break you. Benign things repeated time and time again can finally reach a threshold that leaves a scar - scratch marks burned on the wall of ones consciousness like ravines gouged out of hard rock by the persistence of a swollen river. It is not an inherent danger of the act, but its repetition that finally wears one out. I have been carrying a beeping device around. Every thirty minutes a faint beep sounds - a precursor to the inflation of a cuff around my arm - and then I must stretch my hand out for one more data point to be acquired. At first it was novelty and I tried to anticipate when the next beep might sound. But with each beep and straightening of the arm,a certain weariness descends. I want out of the control the little device has over me. Sadly, the only choice I had was in accepting..The consequence was chosen for me at the same time. ...

‘Spiritual’ love goes social… The story of Vicars connected by a witty comment on Facebook A soup ladle turns out to be a life saver in more ways than one.. Meet the bloke saved from a tiger by his wife’s soup ladle ‘Life is short, have an affair?’… Al Mohler muses on the Ashley Madison business model.. GABA receptors may be the reason for anxiety around that ’time of the month’ for the lasses.. The ’thief’ who sued the bloke he tried to steal from - and got 13k pounds.. A not so short history of Aji-no-moto.. And the scare scaremongering around MSG. Man vs Machine.. 1-0 to the machines on Jeopardy..

I finally drag myself out of bed at the third time of asking. It is shaping up to be one of those days; one when an ultra short to-do list will manage to get the better of me. Something about the lack of urgency spawned by a short to-do list has always been my besetting ‘sin’. Today, there is one thing that must needs be done - I’m off to the GP’s to have a 24 hour blood pressure monitoring device fitted. ...

If clocking in at 9am is the final act that seals my very own Faustian exchange, 3.00pm heralds the first faint sniffs of a coming salvation. Each day, a Bloke must lay the gifts of his time and skill on the altar of Mammon slaving away to earn his sustenance. Cups of coffee, endless trips to the loo, inane spreadsheets, chats with the intern and the occasional hard shift are all tools in the Bloke’s arsenal as he strives to make time pass quickly to justify the day’s pay. If the Bloke is lucky, make that uncommonly lucky, he finds his daily grind slightly more than remotely interesting. If he is like the rest of us, sometimes work is a long drawn out struggle with boredom. ...

The discontent is almost palpable. There is that sense of wanting more that seems to leave those it has infected disaffected with the status quo. Rumour has it that a number of senior company people are lining up moves elsewhere for themselves. It hasn’t helped that there is some uncertainty over what the long term company strategy is. A number of key company cash cows projects appear to be slipping and just what will happen to the personnel currently servicing them is unclear. People huddle in twos and three talking in hushed tones - tones that suddenly fade to an uncomfortable silence when someone outside the huddle approaches within hearing distance. ...

I finally went on that road trip. I packed my bags, booked my flights and went on a jaunt to America. America for me was two cities - a flying stop in Chicago and a couple of weeks spent vegetating in Houston. The America I saw was a welcome relief from the biting cold that was my home city; 17 degree temperatures were Lagos-esque when juxtaposed with the near Arctic conditions I had fled from. ...

Personality tests go a notch up - this site offers personality tests based on your blog. Automating war? Danger room reports that one in fifty ‘combatants’ in Afghanistan is a robot. The key to snagging the dream girl appears to be acting uninterested. @JangleLegJones thinks differently, sadly I couldn’t convince her to write a 4000 word essay deconstructing the research. Tim Challies offers the chance to pre-order his new book, and get a signed copy. Apparently, even sex is a matter for IQ these day s.. Sigh.. There’s an app for that. Confessionals go electronic. Sleepwalking may be in the DNA after all. A kiss too far? Much ado about farting Potentially crappy valentine weekend coming up? Try these books to get you laid..

Steve shares his learnings so far - 30 days after quitting Facebook The Christian Illuminati? Or Just a well connected crew? More questions than answers in this teaser... Large-proofing emergency services - counting the costs. The Jerusalem UFO, or a drone? Becoming invisible? Wack or what? The bloke who added his wife to a terrorist watch list to prevent her flying back home. ‘Spray-on skin’ for burn victims. This brings a whole new meaning to the storm in a tea-cup idiom. Storm in a bed sheet? Mubarak’s cronies launch a cyber counter-insurgency… Mosquitoes evolved?

I suspect that the truest measure of how sensibly one has aged is how well one is able to take a long hard look at choices - and their potential long term effects - before acting. Time, that most elusive of customers, respects no one. From the day that we are born, our share - ladled without so much as an explanation lobbed in our direction - ineluctably runs out like sand in an hour glass. Each passing second once spent is lost, left to float in the seething morass that is the conflation of opportunities missed, acts of omission and of omission and perhaps on the odd occasion windows of opportunity fully utilised. ...