Bigbro's foray into the scary world of blogging
...they are the way forward...
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Operation Freeflow isn't. If I were bitter and/or cynical I would laugh... bitterly.
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...was a girl stating, "I've never had to WD-40 my leatherman."
I wonder if the OED are aware the WD-40 is now a verb.
Update: I was wrong! The last comment was shortly followed up with, "I had no kettle so I had to boil penguins."
I don't feel I have the words to explain what prompted that...
posted at: 22:29 | path: /observations | permanent link to this entry
I'm a little worried - it's 11:30pm at night, I'm still working, I'm watching a documentary on 'Helvetica' - yes, the font - and I'm starting to agree with their compelling arguments that it's the best font. I might need help...
posted at: 23:32 | path: /observations | permanent link to this entry
...to go into a seething rage when Clippy appears with yet another inane and obstructive message prior to Excel crashing and losing the file you've been working on.
I did accidentally find a replica comedy clippy though, which made me slightly less irked. I'm tempted to port it to Linux, for great lol...
posted at: 12:54 | path: /observations | permanent link to this entry
< diamond> davisc: yes. the old testament was superceeded by the net testament
It's Friday evening in the capital city, so once again the trains are broken, running late, cancelled or missing in action. For once, the station announcers in Pearse seem to have decided that it's best to announce something to the rapidly angering mob - so at least we're enlightened enough to realise we should take the Maynooth train and change at Connolly to head north. My plans for hitting the cinema for an 8pm showing are rapidly receding into the distance...
Over 20 minutes behind schedule, we pull out of Pearse and into Tara, where there is a genuine angry mob being held at bay by an addled youth with a walkie-talkie. His tactic appears to be to answer all questions with a negative, thus minimising his commitment to delivering any useful information. Eventually someone asks the right question and he has to reluctantly agree that perhaps taking our train and changing at Connolly is an appropriate course of action. No, it will not take anyone to Howth.
But trains being screwed up is normal for Dublin - particularly for a Friday evening. Why do I even bother blogging about it? Because of Irish people - that's why. On reaching Connolly, the announcer, in an illuminating bout of competence notified those of us heading north that we should migrate to platform four. Ahead of me were a lovely old couple: peaceful in the throngs of people rushing to get to platform four before the train left, or possibly to try and get seats on the overcrowded carriages that pass for public transport in Ireland's capital, I don't know. I slowed my pace to watch as the man walked ahead with one hand behind his back, so the lady could walk behind him, clasping his hand firmly and follow along. I slowed my pace slightly to keep anyone from rushing behind and bumping into them. At the bottom of the ramp in Connolly, between platforms 6/7/8 and 4, the crowd naturally splits in two, around a large pillar. I laughed as the couple broke into a mini-dash, taking the far less crowded right hand side and headed up to the platform with the rest of us.
Perhaps it's that it's Friday evening... Perhaps it's that I've received some good news today... Perhaps it's that I rather spoiled myself and had both a Crunchie (it is Friday!) and a white Magnum ice-cream earlier... Perhaps it's the nice weather we're enjoying... maybe it's a combination of all these things - but mostly it's that in the face of unrelentingly incompetent, annoying, frustrating, noisy, uncomfortable, overcrowded and expensive public 'transport', Irish people can find something to make the best of the situation. I've always thought that young love was wasted on the young, but it made me laugh out loud in Connolly station to see an older generation firmly claiming it for themselves.
Oh yeah, btw, Dear politicians, please can we have some decent public transport in Dublin. Love 'n' hugs, Me.
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...while reading a letter in the Irish Indpendent, complaining about just how poor the quality the outrageously expensive 'Full Irish Breakfast' cost in Dublin Airport:
"This letter reminds me of you... it's well written but moaning about stuff."
...I'M OBZERVIN U, OBZERVIN MAH BLOG!!!
( restecp! )
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"ATM temporarily in service."-- for the ATM in Balbriggan that's out of service pretty much every time I pass it.
"You plugged in a USB device that I don't have a driver for - but it's okay... I've decided not to crash, blue-screen and lose all your work."-- for Windows XP and Nokia phones - may their inability to work together consistently stop irritating me.
Today, without so much as looking at a pinball table, I learned that the Zen of pinball is "all about the threes."
Thanks to Kevin '13 billion' Lyda for the insight ;-)
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...rocks!
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"To light, read base." -- as seen on a Bord na Mona firelog
"It [Emmerdale] just goes to show you, whether your 15 or 70, men still cause you problems." -- Rachael
Erm... she's not far wrong... probably...
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Today God didn't want me to have my bedroom window open. He demonstrated this by making the wind blow so hard it slammed shut. I guess my quota of fresh air had already been blown in.
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...has inspired me to think of a way to make the world a safer place. I reckon we should start a petition to the Oxford English, Collins and Merriam-Webster Dictionaries, politely requesting that they remove the word "Terrorism."
Perhaps then we can finally declare the war on an amorphous concept over.
posted at: 01:43 | path: /observations | permanent link to this entry
...that some cats like the mice in iBooks - and that when a cat sits on your laptop, it's quite difficult to work around them.
My laptop keyboard is now full of cat hair...
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I'm from Ireland, I'm really just moving home - yet I have no idea of how to move there. What are the priorities for packing? What do I not yet have sorted out here in the UK?
It's an interesting feeling, being in a subdued state of severe panic, tempered by the subliminal knowledge that everything is surely going to work out okay.
My flight is in a few short hours and I've not yet finished packing. I'd better deal with that.
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I was walking with a certain 5 year old yesterday, stopping to look at the interesting wildlife that you get in the suburban and urban outskirts, such as leaves, feathers, lots of caterpillars, ants, dandelions and flying porcupines (Previous procupine comments) when she came out with the following gem:
Róisín: Caterpillars shit in your hand, don't
they?
Me: Yes, they do like to sit in your hand if you pick them up, but
do you know where they'd much rather sit?
Róisín (slightly puzzled): No...
Me: They'd much rather sit on a nice, green, juicy leaf - so they'd
have something delicious to eat.
Róisín (with appropriate disdain): No -
caterpillars shit in your hand... Like, they poo and wee!
Well, that's told me then...
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