I never learn really. I think I’m a good judge of character then “bam!” someone does something out of their assumed character which surprises me. Sometimes it’s nothing major and often it doesn’t really bother me but nestles in the back of my mind like a bad memory that rots its way into other memories.
I like to share my cultural experience. You may have noticed this if you have known me for sometime. Often I can be quite forceful and insistent with it; for example engineering situations where I can play examples of what ever bit of Scandinavian Rock I’ve discovered or deliberately twisting the conversation round to a particular film which I feel is relevant. I know my music tastes are not the same as everybody elses and I’m more than aware that not everybody likes my type of movie. Indeed other times I’m not as forceful and I’ll detect some mutual appreciation and, if I know and trust the person well, I will part with a relevant book, film or album which I feel would illustrate the conversation or enlighten the beneficiary.
I suppose in a pompus way I’m saying I’m not adverse to lending people my stuff.
I have a new toy. I like having new toys. My new toy is a replacement for my old toy which had pocket fluff under the joystick causing said stick to only work when it felt like.
My new toy is
Now I feel all consumery and bad.
There was a thing on the breakfast telly this morning about how the credit card companies have got these wrist band things that you wave about in front of a scanner instead of handing over cash. True to form this got me thinking.
Reasons I like having cash in my pocket
- It’s handy
- Soon as I have money on my person people remind me I owe for this that and the other
- I like to jiggle the coins in my pocket when I’m waiting or loitering
- Coins can be used to undo some screws
- The feeling of weight in ones pocket is weirdly assuring
- You can put it in your sock and bash people on the head with it
- I can pay people for things
Reasons I don’t like having cash in my pocket
- It sometimes falls out and slips down the side of the couch
- The though of carrying some plague victims coinage round in my pocket makes me feel uneasy
- It jingles when you run
- People have this uncanny psychic knowledge that you have cash and they want some for something or other
- Living in the back-o-beyond means to obtain cash I need to drive 4 miles to the nearest cash machine
Replacing it with a wrist band…hmmm I dunno…that just makes me feel futuristic. I don’t like that.
The drive to work is becoming tedious. Like nearly every day theres a different stretch of Pontefract Road with some form of road works on it. The journey back isn’t that much better (I go a different way home than I go to work) and made worse by idiot drivers who seem to be pandemic across the Yorkshire region.
- In the UK “Give Way” means give way to oncoming traffic. It doesn’t mean get pissed off with people because they wont let you out at a junction.
- If there is a parked car on your side of the road and going round it would mean you are travelling in the oncoming lane you GIVE WAY to oncoming traffic not chance your luck at squeezing in between.
- Failing to indicate on roundabouts, parking on tight bends and not using the correct lane on a roundabout all seem to be a popular pastimes.
- The few courteous drivers that there are here are too courteous letting every fucker and his wife in at junctions
Last night I took it upon myself to clean the innards of my computer. I took all the components out and put them in the dishwasher So I took the side panel off and sucked out the biggest dust puppy I’ve ever seen. No wonder my computer was overheating! Dust puppy!? More like dust Doberman!
I also took the opportunity to remove the Soundblaster Audigy that I never use (the motherboard’s onboard sound card is much better IMO) and put in the TV Card I never use. It was only after I’d put everything back in place that I realised the analog signal for TV in the UK is being switched off soon (2010 or summat) which will render the TV card defunct. Furthermore, the reception in my lead lined house could only manage a grainy picture of Lord Levy, attributed to the crappy portable aerial I had to use. So I think I’ll whip it out again. Likewise I’ll disconnect the scanner I never use and free up some system resources.
Anyway the dust clearing worked and the temperature thingie registered a cool 46°C rather than the warm 53°C. Maybe now Rollercoaster Tycoon 3 will work without rebooting every time a complex bit of graphics is drawn. Thats something that is really pissing me off at the moment because like every time I sit down to play it something happens and I have to go elsewhere or the system reboots or aliens attack my room or the stock markets crash or something. I’m very close to giving it up as a bad job and just watch crap TV all night instead.
Last night I also watched the penultimate episode of 5 Days on BBC1. I reckon I know who did it now 😉
Today’s juice involved:-