Accusing look from bathrobed woman doing tai chi in her courtyard makes me wonder if the windows at the office really are tinted.

Wishing Apple would hurry up and refresh the Mac Mini, the hole where the money used to be in my wallet is burning a hole in my wallet

Best thing about the iPhone is that it helps me get around the “no laptop in the toilet” rule my partner instituted.

Connex short­l­isted for new Melbourne train tender. Which is like drafting an epileptic marmoset as a contestant in an egg and spoon race.

Thanks to the packet of liquorice bullets I just gobbled down, I now know how quickly I can sprint from my desk to the loo.

Move over David Allen, Axl Rose has his own ‘getting things done’ method­ology. The secret? Refrain from your ‘bitch slap rappin’.

It’s a sure sign that someone’s Facebook account has been hijacked by a friend when their status update consists of the words “…is gay”

Apparently the name ‘Aaron’ is Hebrew for “Doomed to receive calls from friends who forget to lock their mobile phone keypads”

Ah, Microsoft Word… only a mother could love your default heading styles. Like a Tourettes fit in a type foundry.

Apple’s lowercase-personal-pronoun ‘i’ thing has gone too far; takeaway joint iSushi just got added to the list of things to which ‘iObject’

In the 70s, people truly believed that the identity of a man named Mott could be clarified by the addition of the cognomen ‘the Hoople’

C-3PO is not only fluent in 6 million forms of commu­nic­ation, he also manages to sound like an asshole in every one of them

Booked in for an appearance on Carson Kressley’s new show Why Have You Got Two Of Those?.

Chatting with a work colleague just as they enter the toilet is awkward; you both know that they’ll shortly be, to some extent, minus pants