Sunday, 24 February 2008
Awwwwww so romantic
You know, there is supposed to be a video clip here but it is not working on my computer. I hope you are all seeing it though. I have another I want to post shortly so maybe I will have better luck with that.
The ice age starts here
I had another unpleasant domestic moment today, this time I was defrosting the freezer. It had reached a critical point when the door was jammed shut with a crate of bottles with some disreputable homebrew within. I discovered some interesting things. Probably the most interesting for me was my seeming addiction to purchasing, being unable to use, and then freezing chillis. I expect chilli will feature on some upcoming menus. Lord knows, my listings are going so slowly it might be a case of make do and mend. Say it with me people, DAMN YOU TRADE ME PUNTERS, DAMN YOU ALL TO A BIDDING FRENZY! It's inertia that is keeping me going, because I can't think of any other reason I am persisting. Maybe I will just drop a whole lot of shit off at the op shops soon. Oh god it hurts to think that someone else might buy the rubbish and successfully sell it on trade me though.
I suppose I an soothe myself by contemplating the newly empty freezer, and the pools formed by the hunks of ice I chiseled from it. Anything so I don't have to think about work tomorrow.
I suppose I an soothe myself by contemplating the newly empty freezer, and the pools formed by the hunks of ice I chiseled from it. Anything so I don't have to think about work tomorrow.
Saturday, 23 February 2008
Don't die on me now computer
Not when I can't save enough money to buy a new one!
I would launch into a discussion of how they don't make computers like they used to, but that would be obvious. My laptop is significantly lighter than a 1950s computer, and it does not take up the whole room.
So I suppose it is onto the get rich quick schemes again. In the past these have not gone well, but maybe I will get rid of absolutely all the crap I own on trade me for unexpectedly high sums. If I can check my listings - meaning if the computer lasts that long.
I should never have developed the taste for that olive and feta lifestyle.
I would launch into a discussion of how they don't make computers like they used to, but that would be obvious. My laptop is significantly lighter than a 1950s computer, and it does not take up the whole room.
So I suppose it is onto the get rich quick schemes again. In the past these have not gone well, but maybe I will get rid of absolutely all the crap I own on trade me for unexpectedly high sums. If I can check my listings - meaning if the computer lasts that long.
I should never have developed the taste for that olive and feta lifestyle.
Friday, 22 February 2008
Is this going to degenerate to labels?
I was having a stunning tantrum this morning, when I hauled my lazy carcass out of bed and prepared myself to get to work. At the last minute, as I always do, I groped the fridge for today's lunch. Always,t he lunches must be pre-prepared because there is not a shit show of me actually being up early enough to make one on the day.
What did I find (other than disreputable odour)?
The platic container, with a little rice and no curry with it. OK so someone mistakenly ate the curry, inconvenient but I suppose I could deal with it. But when I find half aserving in a bowl on the bench to go mouldy & some bland rice in the fridge I get really fucked off. Who thinks that someone is seriously going to eat the caking nugget of rice left in the plastic container, especially after it has no doubt been stirred by a be-salived fork. Why not put it in the compost because realistically it is going to end up there anyway, just several weeks later and stinkier.
This also tells me my lunches must be of epic proportions, but then again I never get up early enough for breakfast.
A fly just buzzed around me. Obviously I am letting my hygeine slip.
Anyway, coupled with the people bitching at me at work, and the utter boredom of it all I am about ready to go out and kick some people.
Maybe I could start with that bloody fly.
What did I find (other than disreputable odour)?
The platic container, with a little rice and no curry with it. OK so someone mistakenly ate the curry, inconvenient but I suppose I could deal with it. But when I find half aserving in a bowl on the bench to go mouldy & some bland rice in the fridge I get really fucked off. Who thinks that someone is seriously going to eat the caking nugget of rice left in the plastic container, especially after it has no doubt been stirred by a be-salived fork. Why not put it in the compost because realistically it is going to end up there anyway, just several weeks later and stinkier.
This also tells me my lunches must be of epic proportions, but then again I never get up early enough for breakfast.
A fly just buzzed around me. Obviously I am letting my hygeine slip.
Anyway, coupled with the people bitching at me at work, and the utter boredom of it all I am about ready to go out and kick some people.
Maybe I could start with that bloody fly.
Thursday, 21 February 2008
Another reason I dislike telephones
Went out for dinner tonight, which was served a little late & so we consquently took our sweet time getting through the meal. Ordinarily this would not have been a major problem but I decided I was going to be really diligent. So, ate my dinner and cut short my pontifications so that I could waddle up the hill in time to make phone calls at a reasonable hour (before 10).
What happens? Vein in my head throbbing from unprecedented exertion I dial the number with trepidationa and DAMMIT I've woken people up.
As a night person I can't understand anyone going to bed before midnight, preferably long after, but that never counts as an excuse. I bet people who make phone calls at 7 in the morning don't feel guilty or apologise because the moral highground is with them. It is fundamentally more moral to be up retardedly early than it is to stay up ridiculously late.
What happens? Vein in my head throbbing from unprecedented exertion I dial the number with trepidationa and DAMMIT I've woken people up.
As a night person I can't understand anyone going to bed before midnight, preferably long after, but that never counts as an excuse. I bet people who make phone calls at 7 in the morning don't feel guilty or apologise because the moral highground is with them. It is fundamentally more moral to be up retardedly early than it is to stay up ridiculously late.
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