This is also true if you don’t know what you don’t have till you have something better. It was my birthday on Friday, and I got a new TV. WOOHOO!
I had a crappy, old, tiny, flickering, faded colour picture that went kinda skew. It also did not have a remote, and used to lose its stations sometimes. It also didn’t have the ability to have a DVD plugged into it.
But now I have a full colour, singing, dancing, multi media.
Thanks guys – you don’t understand how much it means to me…
Sunday, July 16, 2006
The sleep of the dead
I can always tell when I am depressed, because I can’t get to sleep, and then when I am asleep, I cannot wake up. I seem to suffer from some sort of insomnia.
Last week, on Thursday, I woke up at 8:30am. Now, aside from the fact that I should have been at work long before that, the thing I wish to point out is that instead of leaving my home nay time between 6:45 and 7:45am (which then takes me at least one and a half hours to my client’s office in Joburg city centre) I left at 9:00, and drove into the parking garage at 9:26.
F*ck I hate the traffic.
Last week, on Thursday, I woke up at 8:30am. Now, aside from the fact that I should have been at work long before that, the thing I wish to point out is that instead of leaving my home nay time between 6:45 and 7:45am (which then takes me at least one and a half hours to my client’s office in Joburg city centre) I left at 9:00, and drove into the parking garage at 9:26.
F*ck I hate the traffic.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
I'f I am a clown, then he's a pirate...
I drove in to work yesterday next to a pirate.
Yes, an actual pirate.
I say that with hesitation, because I don't know what lobby group is going to pounce on me and claim a swiz, or get me to retract my statement stating unfair treatment of a minority, yadda yadda yadda.
Well, all I can say to that is if I am a clown, then he is a pirate.
I can juggle three balls like a clown (it is really the only useful thing I learned at my first job, aside from being able to touch type), and I was waiting for a lift on the sidewalk, juggling to hone my skills, when a mother and daughter walked past. The little girl said loudly (as only children can, in such an un-self-conscious way) "look Mom, a clown!”
So, there he was, a man who at first glance just looked to have the WORST pudding bowl hair cut in the history of the world, which luckily (for him and the girls he will date, cos now they don't have to say anything) turned out to be the elastic band of his eye patch.
I always thought people with one eye had little or no depth perception? I guess not, if he can drive a car.
But then, with the driving in this country, he would probably still be among the best drivers on the road...
Yes, an actual pirate.
I say that with hesitation, because I don't know what lobby group is going to pounce on me and claim a swiz, or get me to retract my statement stating unfair treatment of a minority, yadda yadda yadda.
Well, all I can say to that is if I am a clown, then he is a pirate.
I can juggle three balls like a clown (it is really the only useful thing I learned at my first job, aside from being able to touch type), and I was waiting for a lift on the sidewalk, juggling to hone my skills, when a mother and daughter walked past. The little girl said loudly (as only children can, in such an un-self-conscious way) "look Mom, a clown!”
So, there he was, a man who at first glance just looked to have the WORST pudding bowl hair cut in the history of the world, which luckily (for him and the girls he will date, cos now they don't have to say anything) turned out to be the elastic band of his eye patch.
I always thought people with one eye had little or no depth perception? I guess not, if he can drive a car.
But then, with the driving in this country, he would probably still be among the best drivers on the road...
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
The Hadedas are coming, the Hadedas are coming
Today as I was driving home, I saw a crow on the road, and I immediately thought of that Gary Larson cartoon that show the “secret tools of crows” and shows them using ketchup for the road kill that is already a bit too stinky and needs a little help in the flavour department. I love Gary Larson. I think he is one of the unrecognised geniuses (or should that be genii??) of our time. Him, and the creator of Calvin and Hobbs, but I digress…
Then I got to remembering the pet crow we once had. He looked very similar, also a pied crow, alike in height, and markings. The crow we had came to us when he was very little, and was the cutest thing you have ever seen.
Like all small children do, my brother have him a truly unique name: “Crow”. He used to come to my brother when he called him, and would say his name a lot. Some days I still think my brother is really an animal whisperer…
We had to feed him three times a day, and make sure that his cage was clean. This, at any rate was not a problem. Baby crows are born with some collective knowledge - somehow knowing that they should aim and squirt any bodily functions OUTSIDE the cage as far as possible. I am not joking.
As I remember, my Mother was away during that period, and my Dad just put sheets over everything in the room and closed the door. I guess he figured that we could clean it all up at the end… You cannot believe the mess it made.
We used to teach the crow to talk to us, and always called it for food by saying “meeeeeat, meeeeeeat”. Not unexpectedly, it used to say “meeat” when it was hungry. Ha ha.
Did you know that crows are like magpies? They will steal anything shiny that you leave lying around, such as your watch, or earrings, or necklace that you take off and leave on the ground by your towel when you go swimming… Our crow had several hidey holes that we used to have to hunt for to reclaim our treasure. For years after the crow went to the big hunting ground in the sky, we used to find lost items. There may be some still hiding…
There are no crows directly near where I live, but unfortunately I have heard one or two Hadedas… One of the things I was glad about when moving into the neighbourhood, was that despite a large variety of wildlife and birdlife, there were ABSOLUTELY NO HADEDAS. Now the silly beggars wake me up at stupid o’clock. And where there is one, more always follow…
Are there humane ways to encourage them to go elsewhere? Anyone? …
Then I got to remembering the pet crow we once had. He looked very similar, also a pied crow, alike in height, and markings. The crow we had came to us when he was very little, and was the cutest thing you have ever seen.
Like all small children do, my brother have him a truly unique name: “Crow”. He used to come to my brother when he called him, and would say his name a lot. Some days I still think my brother is really an animal whisperer…
We had to feed him three times a day, and make sure that his cage was clean. This, at any rate was not a problem. Baby crows are born with some collective knowledge - somehow knowing that they should aim and squirt any bodily functions OUTSIDE the cage as far as possible. I am not joking.
As I remember, my Mother was away during that period, and my Dad just put sheets over everything in the room and closed the door. I guess he figured that we could clean it all up at the end… You cannot believe the mess it made.
We used to teach the crow to talk to us, and always called it for food by saying “meeeeeat, meeeeeeat”. Not unexpectedly, it used to say “meeat” when it was hungry. Ha ha.
Did you know that crows are like magpies? They will steal anything shiny that you leave lying around, such as your watch, or earrings, or necklace that you take off and leave on the ground by your towel when you go swimming… Our crow had several hidey holes that we used to have to hunt for to reclaim our treasure. For years after the crow went to the big hunting ground in the sky, we used to find lost items. There may be some still hiding…
There are no crows directly near where I live, but unfortunately I have heard one or two Hadedas… One of the things I was glad about when moving into the neighbourhood, was that despite a large variety of wildlife and birdlife, there were ABSOLUTELY NO HADEDAS. Now the silly beggars wake me up at stupid o’clock. And where there is one, more always follow…
Are there humane ways to encourage them to go elsewhere? Anyone? …
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Blue screen of death!!!!
So, my mother describes me as working in IT, and in fact, I used to be an IT consultant, but that area is so wide that I don’t mind admitting that I am fairly clueless when my computer decides to do whatever it wants, and I can’t fix it…
It is damn frustrating, because there are many computer-related issues that I can fix on my own, but there area many things I cannot. For the last month or so, I have noticed a steady decline in the reliability of my machine, and I know all about the bathtub curve. I know that my machine has done sterling service, and in terms of technology half-life – it has done more than its share of work. It has served me very well for more than 5 years, and I will be very sad to say goodbye to it. You know what it’s like – you get used to where the keys are, and all laptop keyboards have slightly different positioning for the Enter key, the backslash key, and the backspace key, so I am not looking forward to the change. But, change is mostly good, so perhaps it is time for my laptop to go home to all the other laptops in the sky where it will be able to rest…
First, though, I will try reformatting the hard drive, and reloading all my stuff, but in my experience, one you start getting disk errors, the game is over. If you see me online, then yo know I succeeded. If not, then it is me – zero, technology – bazillions.
If only I did not spend all that money I saved on new tyres for my car… What a difficult choice to make for a girl to make – safety on the road, or being able to chat with her friends…
:)
It is damn frustrating, because there are many computer-related issues that I can fix on my own, but there area many things I cannot. For the last month or so, I have noticed a steady decline in the reliability of my machine, and I know all about the bathtub curve. I know that my machine has done sterling service, and in terms of technology half-life – it has done more than its share of work. It has served me very well for more than 5 years, and I will be very sad to say goodbye to it. You know what it’s like – you get used to where the keys are, and all laptop keyboards have slightly different positioning for the Enter key, the backslash key, and the backspace key, so I am not looking forward to the change. But, change is mostly good, so perhaps it is time for my laptop to go home to all the other laptops in the sky where it will be able to rest…
First, though, I will try reformatting the hard drive, and reloading all my stuff, but in my experience, one you start getting disk errors, the game is over. If you see me online, then yo know I succeeded. If not, then it is me – zero, technology – bazillions.
If only I did not spend all that money I saved on new tyres for my car… What a difficult choice to make for a girl to make – safety on the road, or being able to chat with her friends…
:)
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