Sunday, January 30, 2005

Sony Vaio nightmare switch

I have decided it is time, after three pain stricken years fighting, banging and pulling out of hair, that I will sell my Sony and buy a Dell. Not that I am a PC fan in the first place, but this laptop has to go. Thankfully on Friday my bank actually gave me what I wanted, which was a credit card and current account, without even batting an eyelid. Most surprised was I. So of course am going to invest in a Dell. Don't know which one exactly but hoping someone will recommend one that will cope with my download junkie addiction with ultimate ease.

So I won't be writing in here for about a week and a half I suppose whilst I wait for the card to arrive. Then it will be down to the library to buy from Dell.

Should be an experience if nothing else:-)

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Why is Burnout 3 so addictive?

This game, played on a plasma screen, will keep you away from the real world for a very, long time.

Butterflies, butterflies and a sack of adrenalin is the name of this game.

Although on Ebay I have seen there a couple of real good condition Vectrex machines available in the retro section and I am dying to buy one. I think the one that we had when we were younger is down in the cellar where nobody I'm not into mice or rats....Minestorm, Scramble..these games take me back a bit although I don't think 1982 is that far away or gone just yet. Makes me feel like I should be in a museum.

Sunday, January 23, 2005

Not a proper gig my arse

The Rest, (otherwise known as The Shack),Worthing
Advertised as Wordlitzer, for lovers of Literature. A voice for writers. A platform for poets. Plus original acoustic music. (this translates into..A place for writers to bore you to death for a couple of hours. A function room for poets to turn into sad, sad comedians. Plus sounds of a non electric nature that will disturb you well into your night's sleep.

So, fully packed with this truck load of preconceptions I head off to The Shack, hoping to have this heavy load removed from my skeptical self.

15 or so people in an atmosphere reminiscent of 'don't know what to expect mate, do you?'. I am waiting to be caught. After 5 mins I am sprayed by Dirk the poet, who makes a few smile and even laugh with his short, sharp and snappy poetry.

Up next comes the three piece Golgi Apparatus.

Say what?

Golgi Apparatus. Apparently this is in all humans. (So they wanted to bring it out of us all or what?). Jay, Jay, JAYSUS.

However, despite the stupid, stupid, never ever to be cool, name, the guitar strumming and melodies were reminiscent of an out of tune Crowded House. (the voice not guitars).

In the break, GA warn me that they will become obscure in the second half. I ask "Guns and Roses obscure?". They say no.

Were they obscure for the second half? Yes, it has to be said. Different? Yes.

When a band brings a previous guitar player out as a bloody Ewan-McGregor-bagpipe-playing-punk as a finale...You gotta hand it to 'em eh?

How to make your wee sound quiet in public loos

This is my 2005 question and quest. Been bugging me and am sure that some girls out there know the trick, which doesn't involve pelvic exercises or holding your breath for a lifetime, or in fact waiting for everyone else to leave the place.

I was using the public toilets at work the other day and this woman in the cubicle next to me had wee so loud, I was shocked into silence of my own piss.

Why does one have to pee so loud?

Can this not be stopped or controlled?

Even more annoying though is women who do Number twos in public toilets, stinking out the place to near extinction and have no shame when they brazenly walk out of the cubicle and take half an hour to wash their hands, thus confirming that yes, it was them who committed aforementioned crime.

With men obviously this means nothing, as they are quite proud of their ability to stink out a loo on a sunny afternoon. The bigger the better.