… All night long (to the tune of ‘The wheels on the bus”).
I was rudely awoken in the small hours of this morning by a car directly outside my window beeping in alarm. Irritatingly there was no-one breaking into said car, so there was no point in the noise. I wanted to do something about it but in my sleep addled state the only thing I could think of was to drop a piano on the car. The logistical problem of getting hold of a piano at three in the morning and arranging for it to be dropped from a significant height proved to be too much of a challenge.
Turns out all I needed to do was to call Emergency Piano Droppers Inc. (EPD) they handle short notice piano drops in record time. EPD is also a member of an umbrella group Allsorted Furniture and Vehicle Lifting and Dropping. With a call to EPD and with the support of their partners I could have, ironically, dropped the car on a piano. Still, I’ve got their number now should it be needed in the future.
It’s been just over a year since I bought my D70 kit, and what an excellent buy it has been. I would of course be the first to say that I still have a lot to learn, but that’s half the fun.
I read a website article recently which stated that you shouldn’t expect to master anything in less than ten years. It also had the quite wonderful idea of releasing anti-trend books to this view; “Teach yourself programming in ten years” I believe was an example. I actually find this idea quite comforting, and am happy to work towards it.
In the last year I’ve taken roughly 3,700 pictures with my D70 (or to be more precise roughly that number have been taken with it, as I cannot take credit for every picture)
As those of you aware of my website photo gallery there is a grand total of 24 pictures from that 3,700ish that I feel are quality enough to share with the general populus. I hope that the next year will bring more pictures in both counts!
Irrational self: “They haven’t called back, I must have done something to upset them!”
Rational self:”STOP!! The world does not revolve around you!”
“What do you mean?” Demands irrational self
Rational self:”Well, just because they haven’t called doesn’t mean they don’t want to. They may just be busy. And if they don’t want to call you it’s probably not because of anything you’ve done.”
Irrational self:”What would it be then?”
Rational self:”Well they could be tired, caught up with something else, working, problems with friends or family that you’re not in a position to help with etc.”
Irrational self:”What you mean like a death in the family?”
Rational self:”That’s a bit extreme but possible.”
Irrational self:”Well then I should call…”
Rational self:”You’ve already called, and not that long ago. You left a message, and you know how getting obsessive is never a good idea.”
Irrational self:”Text, e-mail?”
Rational self:”No! Just leave it a few days and see what happens.”
Irrational self:”But… I worry.”
Rational self:”You’re just going to have to keep that to yourself for now, until you know what’s actually going on.”
Irrational self:”I could…..”
Rational self:”No.”
Irrational self:”But…”
Rational self:”No!”
Irrational self:”Maybe just…”
Rational self:”NO!”
Irrational self:”FINE BE LIKE THAT!” Irrational self goes to the corner to sulk and mutter.
After a few hours irrational self will be back. This will continue ad infinitum….
If only I had more control over my brain.
I’m in an astonishingly good mood today. Not only have I remembered my sandwiches which seem to be un-soggy, but also I’m making good progress with work!
Yesterday much to my supprise I got home with an orange and the cuppa-soup left over! You may think that this is the maddness of a mad person but hear my reasoning:
I had eaten all but those afore mentioned items by about 2 o’clock. At roughly three I felt a bit hollow, empty, or at least lacking in fullness, but I wasn’t actually feeling hungry. I decided that eating the little food I had would very probably result in extreme hunger which I could do nothing about. So I waited it out, and arrived home not feeling too bad.
I ate a lot when I got home.
Capoeira was very tiring, I’m still unsure if it’s because it was the first proper amount of exercise for four weeks or the lack of lunchtime sustinance. Perhaps mondays class will clear that up.
My new years resolutions are:
Post more.
Don’t bother with resolution because you never have.
I do intend to post more for your reading pleasure, and I will. I’ve not been posting much recently because I swallowed a horse and had to go through some intensive medical treatments to recover.
It all started with me accidently swallowing a fly. I was a bit phased by this I wanted to get it out…. things just spiraled out of control after that. Thankfully I’m not an old lady so I’ll be making a full recovery.
When reading This post on ’tis the season, a phrase stood out. Not for it’s factual nature as you will see in this quote:
mistletoe (Appox, 13th century Old English for “Like the toe of the missile” in that it looked like the arse-end of a warhead)
It (of course, you should know by now) lead me to curiosity to find out about mistletoe, not just the name but why are we supposed to kiss under it?
Here is what I found:
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It seems that everywhere else in the country people are ‘enjoying’ a bit of snow. I mean EVERYWHERE else. North, south, east, west, pick a direction and someone ‘over there’ has had at least a few flakes of the white stuff.
Call me silly, but I’m quite jealous of this, I rather enjoy snow, in a kinda childish way. Which is never a bad thing I think, acting like a kid again!
Obviously I don’t want to be caught in snow drifts and abandoning my car or anything. To be honest I probably wouldn’t risk such a thing, I’d stay home and make snow men or something.
To everyone that is having snow: Enjoy it!
Once again my faith in customer service has been re-affirmed. This time by a car hire company. To be more specific Alamo National car rental in Bracknell. They have been requested by my insurace bods to supply me with a replacement car until my car is fixed (of course the cost will be covered by the third party insurer), more news on that in a minute.
Recently (as in yesterday) they replaced the ford Mondeo originally provided with a brand new vectra. Not entirely sure why, but shelves came into the explination. The moment you start imagining shelves big enough for cars the rest of the conversation is lost.
Anyway, the vectra provided had a problem, the heating blowers could only take one of two positions: Off, or full bast. Being slightly British I was unsure about whether to complain about it, seeing as it’s not really a huge fault. After some contemplating I decided that it did annoy me and it never hurts to ask.
So, I call and explain. Increadably friendly lady on the other end immediately agrees that this is a bad thing esspecially given the weather (what!). So the car is being replaced tomorrow, it would have been replaced today if it weren’t for the fact that it wasn’t my turn to drive in today so it’s at home, and the keys are in my pocket.
So National Alamo get the Rob thumbs up seal of approval. (C)
Great!
Last week I had what was probably the strangest dream I’ve ever remembered. So I thought I’d share it with you to prove my sanity, or not.
I’ll skip the beginning bits because they’re a bit hazy and probably related to World of Warcraft, albeit remotely. I’ll jump in…. here:
… I was looking for Pete and I found him, a serial rapist was beating him up by punching the soles of his feet. How I knew it was a serial rapist I’m not sure. Mind reading may well have been involved and the number of sixteen women sticks in my head.
So, I stop this guy from beating up Pete somehow, bit fuzzy on the mechanics of that, andpunish him (for the raping I’m assuming). Apparently this punishment involved giving him terminal bowel cancer. Using some kind of magic it seems. According to my knowledgable dream self, this is the most painful way to die.
This however didn’t seem to be quite enough to sate my desire for justice. So I then proceded, using ‘magic’ again I suppose, to transform this rapist into a transparent radio cassette player filled with instant coffee. To finish him off I then boiled the coffee, under pressure, while playing bad music very loudly through the guy.
Then I woke up.
And I think that’s the kind of tough justice that perhaps rapists need in modern society, you don’t see enough criminals getting transformed into inanimate objects using speculative magic.
Well if you’re bored and can get enthused by random ‘memes’ here’s one: Go to google (or you favorite search engine of choice) and type in “[your name] needs”.
Hilarity ensues… supposedly:
- Why Rob needs your support and donations
- Rob needs Net Clued Lawyer, urgently
- Rob needs help badly! – Don’t we all?
- Rob needs to ask “What permits are required for this site to operate?”
- Rob needs a refresher as to the meaning of perjury
- Rob needs to get his ass in ear – One of the more amusing typo’s I’ve seen
- Rob needs to accept that there are occasions when it’s all right for Theresa to take her time getting out the door
- Rob needs to move his legs and he prefers to do such with a lady dance partner in his arms.
- Rob needs to quit his crying.
- Rob needs a kidney – Hope not!
- Rob needs an awesome fashion radar
And so on.
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