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At my work we recently had cause to contact a bunch of hard drive manufacturers. They all sent us a bunch of stuff, but one particular vendor sent us a pack full of info, and a weird little souvenir.

This thing came in the their package, and none of us have any idea what it is. My best guess is that it’s a key-ring, but it’s a pretty useless one if it is. You can unscrew one of the balls, so maybe it’s for fans of both this vendor and bodypiercing?

I don’t know what the marketing people were smoking when they came up with that, but it certainly doesn’t help sell their product.

Here’s what The Spark has to say about my Inner Child:

Your inner child is the Diva of the Sewers (PIDA) –singing songs
of a golden era, when people ate dirt and had to sell their limbs for
Burger King cash. She is frequently seen drunk at the wheel of your psyche
and likes to crash through the plate-glass window of your emotional
storefront. Think of what the child of Michael Jackson and Elizabeth
Taylor would have been like and you have your girl.

Whether you are talented or not at singing doesn’t matter. Your
inner child is covered in ooze. That matters.
The inner-child-computing-device recommends getting your inner child to a
celebrity detox center immediately.

I’m such a well-adjusted guy..

I’m the first to admit that I don’t have perfect hearing. I used to have pretty good hearing when I was a kid, but a few burst eardrums and a few too many loud concerts later and my hearing seems to have suffered.

In July last year I wrote about a problem with my ears which I’d had last February. At they time my right ear-drum had threatened to burst, but in the end it didn’t. Since then I’ve had trouble with it, and the "hold your nose and blow" trick suggested to me by the "specialist" doesn’t help much.

I’ve been sick lately, and the past two days I’ve felt pressure building up behind that ear again. I guess I should see a doctor, or something, but I just felt like whinging. If it bursts, you’ll hear about it.