Disordered Thoughts and Curmudgeonly Ramblings
Chinballs!
Call me a Heretic if you like, but as far as I’m concerned the correct lyrics are…
Mmmm-mmmm-mmmm-mmmm,
Feed the foam,
Environment,
At Royco, Cup-a-Soup,
You’re acting fifteen!
Touching yourself, repent!
At Royco, Cup-a-Soup!
OOOOOOOOOOOHHH!
The Lancaster Soup!
Soup in a cup!
God is Royco, Cup-a-Sooooooooop!!!!!!
In government the liquor’s the same,
And that’s all I’ve got to say about that!
On the face of available evidence…
Here at the office we are still to actually meet new girl.
She’s sending us designs, so she must exist in some form, but there’s been neither hide nor hair of her around the place.
My leading theory is that she’s actually a cutting edge artificially-intelligent design program. My co-worker Bruce claims to have actually met her, but I feel that this encounter can safely be written off as a weather balloon or similar statistical anomaly.
Stress Position
Enemy Combatant
Helmand
Waterboarding
WMDs
Tikrit
Freedom Fries
Gitmo
Tora Bora
Islamaphobia
Extraordinary Rendition
Truther
Enhanced Interrogation
Abbottabad
Axis of Evil
Abu Ghraib
IED
Smart, but weird.
Man buys a computer to design a new kind of brick. Man spills champagne on the computer. The computer becomes sentient and goes all Fatal Attraction on him…
Yes, I’m talking about the movie Electric Dreams. It’s pretty stupid, but back in the first, early dawn of personal computing anything seemed possible. And as divorced from reality as the film may have been, it at least gave us this scene, which is one of the best classical/Eighties-electronic-pop mashups ever recorded.
(My new monitor is teh awesomes by the way)
48 hours without the net. How did I manage it?
My new 24 inch LED monitor has been courier delivered to the office. Assuming that nothing goes wrong between now and when I get home, I am back in the 21st century! Hooray!
I also picked up some new speakers to replace the rather old and decrepit ones that have served my last three computers. Nothing special, but they do have a rather frightening looking sub-woofer. Not sure where I’ll put it.
Ah! Technological bliss!
On that subject I’m thinking of formatting my Asus Eee and installing Linux on it before I head off on my cruise in the new year. It’s not powerful enough to handle Windows 7 in any useful way, and I don’t like the idea of wandering around parts foreign running XP. I’ll only be using it to write, to store photos and to access the net when nothing with a bigger screen is available, so Linux should serve all my needs admirably. I’ll need to do some research…
My monitor has forsaken me!
Well, my home computer’s monitor has finally crapped out on me.
It’s been dying for a while. The power button hasn’t worked for about six months, and for the last few months it’s been refusing to wake up once it goes into sleep mode. I’ve been dealing with both problems by rigging up a monitor extension lead so I can directly cut and restore power without getting out of my chair, which has been serving to wake it up again. But yesterday morning nothing I did could get an image to appear. Dang.
Apparently the thing that most often goes bye-bye on Viewsonic monitors is the capacitors. These can be replaced, but unless you’re willing to do the work yourself the cost for parts and labour is generally about that of an entirely new monitor. So I guess I have some shopping to do.
On the plus side, this enforced break from using my home computer (I don’t have a spare monitor, so I can’t do squat) will serve as a nice detox from Fallout: New Vegas, which I’ve recently got back into and have been playing way too much. I’m getting seriously tetris-affected – I saw an agave plant in a garden over the weekend and had a sudden urge to harvest it. Not good. Not good at all 🙂
(As long as I don’t start seeing people’s body parts highlighted I should be OK though :))
Over and out.
It’s even funnier with an Irish accent.
I’ve really been enjoying Misfits lately.
For those not in the know, it’s British series about a bunch of young offenders on community service who get caught in a mysterious lightning storm and develop super-powers. If this were an American series they’d immediately start solving crimes, fighting terrorists and defending Freedom, but this is a British series, so they immediately start f’ing everything up and rather dark hilarity ensues.
I actually heard about the series a few years back and thought it sounded like something worth checking out. Then I didn’t. But then I stumbled onto the premiere of the second season about a month ago, and have been enjoying it ever since.
I won’t post any real spoilers, but will include an example of dialogue (from the most recent episode aired here) as an example of the general tone…
It was an accident! She was rubbing my cock and and then she starts foaming at the mouth and then she tripped and impaled herself on her Mother Teresa Young Humanitarian of the Year Award!
Yeah, Nathan gets all the best lines 🙂
Oh hey, here’s the trailer.
Friday nights on ABC people! Be there or be a rectangular thing!
Not a good idea.
Have a new employee starting today. A new female employee.
I’m going to have to resist the temptation to address her as “new girl” 🙂
They see him rollin’, they hatin’
Was crossing the road outside the office today when a most curious vehicle went past. It had a miniature West Australian flag flying from the bonnet, and the number plates were polished silver (well, probably aluminium) with big, chunky, 3D silver crowns in the middle.
A small amount of research later it appears that it was the car of His Excellency Mr Malcolm McCusker AO QC, 33rd Governor of Western Australia.
I don’t think he was actually in said vehicle as I only saw a driver and no passengers and I don’t imagine the Governor drives himself. I suppose he could have been ducking down in the back, but it does seem unlikely.
So that’s my excitement for the week!
Phone numbers. How do they work?
Saturday Morning. My mobile rings from an unknown number…
Me: Hello?
Caller (very weak, wavering, high pitched and slow voice): You told me to call this number to have my old television set picked up…
Me: Wuh? Uh… I’m, sorry but you seem to have the wrong number…
Caller: Oh. But you told me to call this number to have my old television set picked up…
Me: Well, I’m sorry, but I can’t help you. You have the wrong number.
Caller: So you can’t pick up my old television set?
Me: No, I’m sorry but…
Caller: But you told me to call this number to have my old television set picked up…
Me: Well, I’m sorry but you’ve called the wrong…
Caller: So you won’t pick up my old television set?
Me: No, I’m sorry…
Caller: So who should I speak to to have my old television set picked up?
Me: I’m sorry! You have the wrong number! I’m just a person sitting at home! I’m not a moving company or a charity! You have the wrong number!
Caller: Oh……….. I have the wrong number?
Me: Yes!
Caller: Oh…… I’m sorry.
Me: That’s OK.
Caller: Oh. Goodbye… for now… (hangs up)
Me: For NOW??
