my paraskevidekatriaphobia is acting up!
my paraskevidekatriaphobia is acting up!
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no, ikea
wtf facebook!? how the hell do you know about my dentist?!
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wtf facebook!? how the hell do you know about my dentist?!
as if …
a slightly crashed into car wasn’t enough …
a broken bike (a bit actually came off! – quite an important bit) wasn’t enough …
a dead tv wasn’t enough …
a laptop starting to pose as a paperweight wasn’t enough …
another dead tv wasn’t enough …
the (admittedly) ancient desktop puter has now decided to follow suit
google effing body browser literally killed it dead
after some 2-3 mins of showing the wife (a nurse) the incredible magic that can be performed with modern technology, the prehistoric machine gave a hiccup, froze, started whining like mad, and a few mins later passed away
(a moment of silence, please)
to borrow a bit from a classic:
it’s not pinin’! it’s passed on! this puter is no more!
it has ceased to be! it’s expired and gone to meet it’s maker!
it’s a stiff! bereft of life, it rests in peace!
if it wasn’t a puter it’d be pushing up the daisies! its metabolic processes are now ‘istory!
it’s off the twig! it’s kicked the bucket, it’s shuffled off its mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin’ choir invisibile!!
brand “new” tv, part ii
“new” tv is kinda working now
sorta kinda
there was no functioning remote, so there was no way to search for channels
a flick through revealed four or five channels, two of them with actual proper sound and not just white noise
those two are sky sports 2 & itv 2. so this weekend was x-factor weekend. probably last week’s stuff on repeat, not that it makes much difference if you didn’t watch it the first time
managed to get some actual tv by recommissioning an ancient vcr that has spent the past 6 years or so taking up space & showing incorrect time
no remote for that thing either, but you can (with difficulty) search for channels and such without one
yay!
unfortunately, a long long time ago, the makers of the vcr decided it would be real clever to include a feature that kills the thing if you don’t use it for 5 mins. you know, puts it to sleep, to save electricity and whatnot
not insurmountable in itself when you have a fancy remote & can remotely poke it back to life, from the relative comfort of your greenish, if aging, couch
but … well, at least we’re getting more exercise
out with the old
& slightly broken
the old and slightly broken - turning off when it thinks we´ve watched enough - one
in with the … erm … older & slightly less(?!?) broken
the new and slightly less(?) broken - no remote to search for channels - one
so the old, humongous & broken tv that had taken to going off with a highly dramatic poof! when it deemed enough tv had been watched, has been replaced with a new(?!?) one that’s way petiter & fits snugly in the cabinet (a biiig plus)
now, if only we could find a remote that works with this new one so we could search for channels other than sky sports 1, itv2 (pictured, in the middle of x-factor), the state tv channel with no sound & omega (local christian abhorrance)
it was an invitation!
of course! it was an invitation! (how could one miss that?!) to a gloriously fun even just outside the window
an invitation to witness dancing & loud awful music & more dancing & even a play, with more awful loud music & if one would only comes out, one receives the free gift of a gratis dvd
start of the play
the play – about jesus, no less. he’s that one in the gray shirt. apparently that’s beelzebub wearing the red. didn’t quite catch who the black shirts are. some of the evilest sins, no doubt
yay
one was ultimately too lazy to go out. plus, one has a dvd
as for the performance, let’s just say the play had slightly less loud awful music than the dancing
letter, handwritten
erm :s
from the mailbox:
(of course it’s not addressed to siggimus (or anyone else, for that matter) & it’s entirely possible that siggimus can’t read, but…)
cover
neat, decorated with some glitter spermazoid, picture of folding garden chair, & a tiny flag stapled onto (click pic for big)
contents
oscar 14:4-9
all the things
are possible
god is able
your dreams
comes true,
love god. (click pic for big)
ps: is that last bit a salutation, greeting, or an order?
update: it was an invitation! of course it was!
shame about the music
real cool video
shame about the music.
you might remember these guys as ‘the guys from the treadmill video’
so they’ll be known as the guys with the videos
they should call these short films & sell the songs as ‘the song from that short film …’
travel tips for…
airports all over the world
don’t be just another franchise in the chain of hell
kastrup airport
offering people the chance to check in via one of those clever little kiosks you have all over & then having them wait in the same check-in line as the un-checked-in others to hand over baggage, kinda defeats the purpose
airbaltic
asking, 30 mins after planned takeoff, whether everyone is absolutely sure they want to go to riga & not vilnius, hinting that it woulda been an easy mistake to make, as the plane to vilnius looked exactly the same & was sitting at the next gate over, does not inspire great confidence in your (or kastrup’s) abilities to handle the complexities of modern air travel
& running around for 20 more minutes after that with puzzlement & wonder written all over your faces before taking off without any explanation does not add to aforementioned inspirations
latvia
greeting dignitaries with temperatures of -14°c, is just not done
but why does it have to stink?
why would anyone buy a stinky shampoo or conditioner?
why use soap or shower gel that leaves you clean, but stinky?
hand-soap or under-arm roll-on or whatever you use for antiperspirant – why the eff pick a stinky one?
you use all these things & remove the ‘bad’ stink to replace it with ‘good’ stink only to realise that when you finally put on the one thing you didn’t choose despite the stink, but actually because of it – perfume or eau de cologne – you have to drown out all the other fucken stinks, ending up mixing it all up in a terrible mess of incompatible fucken stinks!!
it would fucken take someone with the fucken nose of jean-baptiste fucken grenouille to fucken manage something fucken interesting out of that
(fucken rant of the day fucken courtesy of a mistakenly bought shower fucken gel that siggimus can’t fucken throw away, as there’s a recession. recession calls for frugal fucken living. even if it makes you fucken stink
& this is after siggimus has fucken stunk for just over 2 stinking hours…)