A little too hardcore for me...very cool nonetheless. If I had a few weeks free, the money to spend and the space to do it/keep it, I would probably make one myself. I can't wait until I'm a millionaire.
A musical toilet! Not only does it have its own built in classical tunes but you can put your own on to a SD card and listen to your heart’s content. For a mere £1,500 it might be worth purchasing just to see the looks you get bringing it back through customs.
And they say weird things only happen in Brighton...
...but today on my way home form work I saw a man with short bleached hair walking in the opposite direction. He was wearing a pinkish red ball gown and ski sunglasses.
I saw a man upon the stair…I saw a man that wasn’t there…
I saw a man walking up the high street this lunch time. He was carrying three of the flat stackers that I’ve been looking for. I stopped him to ask where he got them. He said he was disappointed by the question but told me anyway. I bought three.
It's only when I told someone at work that I realise it was a weird thing to do. Not exactly worth blogging, but hey; I was bored.
A couple of weeks ago I got a new GameBoy SP, from Woolworths, to replace my, 'borrowed' and slightly worn, old one. It came with ScoobyDoo2, which, I can only assume, is a terrible game.
A few days ago, whilst on my lunchbreak, I went into Game to try and get them to take it off my hands. They said there was nothing they could do without a receipt, which of course, I didn't have. After a bit of convincing, and more importantly, when the manager guy had gone to do something elsewhere, the young man, whose name slips my mind, said that the best he could do was swap it there and then, which kind of sucked. So, I asked for vouchers, which I got, to the value of thirty pounds. Go me.
Surely having sieve for a brain is actually a good thing.
A sieve removes something you don't want from something you do want; like pasta from water. Therefore, having a sieve for a brain would be good. Filtering all the useful information from the pooh.
Of course, that only works if you use your sieve in the pasta kind of way. If you use it to filter off liquid from solid then you're screwed.
What a weekend, zombies, barbeques in the rain and joining the gym.
The only thing I have against being a zombie and getting shot is that the face paint seems to have given me some kind of dodgy rash. I'm told it was worth it though; I just have to tell my face that.'
Basically, what we ('we' meaning Alendres and I) did was cover our hands, arms and face in watered down green face paint, wandered around moaning for a bit, then got shot. I'm sure I, or someone, will put the footage up somewhere and I'll link to it. I make a very good zombie apparently. Woo me.
After the zombie shooting, we had a barbeque under our newly erected gazebo. It started to rain, did we care? Hell no, our gazebo, halogen heater and plastic cups kept us happy.
The new KFC in town is quite nice, sauce dispensers and everything. They’ve gone the same way as the Burger King, in that if you’re having your food in then you get our own drinks…why they still ask what drink you want, I do not know.
I went in there the other day for lunch and over heard a woman who was with about 4,000 children (5 actually) complain to one of the staff that her burger was ‘falling apart and wasn’t good enough to eat’, She complained so much and demanded to see the manager. She ended up getting refunded for ALL her food. Some people just take advantage, it’s wrong and disgusting. I obviously tried not to stare at her, and I didn’t but my eyes did bore holes in to the back of my book.
I went back to KFC a few days later, there was a kid there eating with his nanny (I presume) and her friend. The woman was talking to her friend about how depressing her life is and the kid goes ‘Deb, can I have a cuddle?’ I thought, aw, bless.
I think my pocket could just about do with one of these.
My rats are too big for my pockets now; soon they will take over the house. I will be their leader and everyone shall fall. We shall declare war on the weakest countries first and soon will have our empire. The men and women who do not follow us will die in ways seen fit by the rodent lords and their carcasses will be left for the scavenger birds. My kingdom will be known as Kenya and we shall have lions and tigers.
Lord of the Rings: Return of the King is almost like a big game of Stronghold, only with much better graphics and really cool siege weaponry.
I would say there's a lot more emotion envolved in Lord of the Rings but I was playing a game of Stronghold the other week that suggested otherwise. My heart was in my throat, nearly literally.
I called Hansol to report my monitor being dodgy. Basically the DVI input just does not work. Totally confusing seeing as the VGA is just fine. Did about 50 million tests to try and work out what the problem actually is but no luck. So, I had to phone them...and listen to the scary hold music.
I spoke to a nice welsh man call Nigel:-
Pre-recorded man voice:- Welcome to the technical support line. All our agents are busy at the moment please hold until one becomes available. You must have your Model Number and Serial Number ready. We cannot help you without these numbers.
Me (after giving model number and serial number and general niceties)- So, basically the dvi input just doesn't work; I've tried all kinds of things, like different cables and video cards and everything. It's a fault with the monitor not a cable or anything.
Nigel:- Ok, does the screen have power to it?
Me:- Uhm, yes. The VGA works just fine but the DVI is the problem.
Nigel:- Ok, what's DVI?
Me:- *tries not to giggle*
Bless Nigel's cotton socks. He's not very good at spelling either.
He has organised for a replacement to be delivered to me though, which makes me as happy as Larry, however happy he is.
So, I know you've all been waiting to find out but no the franking machine was not fixed yesterday...all I have to say on the matter is god bless the post office for getting in the self-stick 28p first-class stamps. We were sent a new machine today, I get to learn how to use it later. Yay!
So, Tim made up some poopy excuse about having 'work to do'. I did the post by myself.
There were one hundred and one letters. 83% of which had only one stamp on, that's 84 letters. 10% of which had two stamps (10 letters) and 7% which had three or more stamps (7 letters). All in all 128 stamps were used and 18 were left over.
I can tell what you're thinking now. Just what has that done to the graph?
I came home for lunch today to be greeted by Cepheus at the front door, waiting for me. Bless him. Only when I opened the door did I realise that obviously someone had just put junk mail through it and Cepheus was trying to figure out what the hell was going on. He wasn't waiting for me at all; he was waiting for an explanation. Unfortunately, my kitty language isn't as good as the language of food, so I just fed him and gave up.
Generally I prefer my afternoon work to my morning work. It's more fun and I'm with more people and it's generally better. The accounting stuff in the morning is good too and I like going to the bank everyday but Pat is quite boring. All she talks about normally is diets and her daughters’ babies. When I go back to work this afternoon however, I get to stick stamps on over 50 letters. Not just one stamp on each letter, oh no, most of these letters have to have three stamps. Joy. You see, TIM broke the franking machine. The franking machine is quite cool to use, I tend to see how far I can get it to spit out the letters. Doing the post today is going to be horrible. Luckily I told Tim he had to help, seeing as it's his fault. Mwhahahaha *evil laugh*
