Another day, another idiot.
I have a problem.
Its not a big, nor complex problem, and I doubt it'll ever make the evening news... but, my current dillema is all about my "Idiot of the Week" award.

Quite simply, I'm stuck.

I'd hate to declare a tie, however, I'm afraid that this week, there's just no other option. I simply have to do it.

The three winners are as follows.

Myself: for saying the craziest things, and the stupidest times, and then spending the next ten minutes trying to stop myself from laughing all over the computer room. Put quite simply:
"This is much like knocking on a door. It becomes alot harder with no hands."
At the time, I believed that I was communicating one of the worlds fundamental truths, one of profound meaning and depth In reality, I was saying alot of words, picked at radom, with no thought to their coherance, or meaning.

The second nominee has to be the wanker with his mobile phone. Not content on showing all the phone-groupies his new, flashy red mobile, he had to demonstrate his communications abilites by sounding off ever single fucking ringtone that has ever been invented.
There were a few places where Cath and I wanted to stow his new phone, none of them were appropriate for audiences below the age of 18. Resigned to the fact that Phone-Boy would still ring, even with his phone rammed up his quoit, we sat discussing the freudian meaning behind his actions.
In summary, his phone is obviously a fallic representation.
He has a very small phone, and an even smaller brain.

Third, and last, is a very strong competitor. He has had years of training, and years to perfect his vacant looks, and flimsy excuses. He took about 10 minutes to stutter, and stammer, pondering the consequences of moving faster than a dead hampster, before finally shaking his head, and telling us that we were right all along. He only took a week to decide. Almost a record.
He's only had 4 months to finalise our enrollments, but had to wait until AFTER the Drop/Add date had flown by, to start vaguely declaring that:
"Yes, that seems reasonable. What was I supposed to do again?"