Normal people – I expect — wake up thinking about their kids (well, some don’t have an option to think of anything else as they get woken up by their offspring, who are happy and rearing to go. I suppose the revenge comes when said kids are in their teens and won’t get up save for a zombie invasion or a rock star). Some might wake up thinking of breakfast, the day ahead, things to do.

Not me.

I wake up thinking about USB cables; specifically the USB cable that comes packaged with all Apple keyboards.

And the fact that it’s an environmental issue.

Yep.

Seriously.

The reason I think this is that the bloody things are useful ONLY for a Mac keyboard. They have a little kink in the female end which renders them useless (and indeed, break the standard, such as it is) for that size USB cable.

The result: people don’t use them and they’re the first thing to get chucked out and/or put in a box never to see the light of day.

So why is this? Anybody? Anybody? Steve…

“industry standard”
Means it’s been around too long
Crappy old software

oops…ur not antalope

Bloody Bloody Bloody Bloody…

Pages can’t open Word templates.

You were right, I like this theme more.

And as I sat there, watching them take the chicken carcass apart like madmen, I couldn’t help but wonder…

Why they didn’t just grab a chicken leg off of the plate beside it.

Some people have too much time on their hands. Especially those arty types.

Beyond that, there’s the tissue box sitting beside them…

Painted up like an alfresco cappucino (moccha latte perhaps?)

And the oranges, dimpled like golfballs.

Where do they think they are?

Some more Skyping…

While we’re on the subject, what about the complementary dishcloths that came with that mean?

mean?

Yes, they slap you with them if the mood takes them.

Odd way to behave, but I’ve heard worse.

What are you talking about?

Oh, you missed the second-course didn’t you?

What second course? We’re at a bus-stop.

Oh… Oh so we are.

You’re weird.

No, just out of synch with the world. I’m holding a conversation from this evening.

More skyping…

You try to please everyone and you end up in suburbia with only a 4wd to love.

Unless you take the blue pill, in which case the walls of reality come crashing down and you wake in a world where John Howard really was Prime Minister.

And not just a nasty little oik with delusions of stature.

Well, it’s up:

www.tallpoppydigital.com.au

mother and child doing well…

I’ll be quaffing red wine with dinner tonight, let me tell you… I think a home-made pizza is right up my alley. I deserve it!

Well, it’s been a very good day.

The site is nearing completion and will be uploaded tomorrow…

Can’t say anything more (or link to the test site url for the moment).

As they say in Senseless: Watch this space.

Write poetry in

Iambic Pentameter

That way it will work

Things to do for next version:

1. Assess and clear the database of excess learned behaviours implemented to please other people. The database is nearing collapse and the energy needed to remember all these things is causing issues in other areas.

2. Get a social life. Working from home is making me even more of a hermit than I was.

3. Eat properly. Not chewing, what I put IN to chew.

4. Get to POL.

5. Allow other emotions time in the air.

6. Allow myself to stop.

7. Create my own positive personal and financial reality.

How to kill the planet with a word:

Monsanto

I’ll be surprised if we survive the onslaught of GM crops; and if we do, Monsanto will become the dirty word to end all dirty words.

Just read this report on the New Internet Explorer…

I loved the final statement:

“… So, in case you’re currently considering updating your Internet Explorer browser to version 8, just think twice if you’re addicted to Yahoo Mail and Gmail. Or just wait a while until the two companies include support to the newly released browser…”

What? Why do the frigging sites have to make modifications so the damn browser works? Why can’t the browser actually support the site?

Backwards thinking always Makes Me SO MAD…

I find rhyming slang and alternative terms for things amusing.

Sometimes I hear wrong and there’s a term going around my head that’s not quite right, but makes me giggle nonetheless.

The latest is one from the king of sardonic wit, Yahtzee  Crosshaw of Zero Punctuation Reviews.

Lamp them one: the art of whacking someone in an irritated fashion, potentially over the head.

As stated, I could have heard it wrong; he’s got an accent you could use to butter toast (as opposed to one you can cut with a knife).

And as I sit here, listening to Barry Adamson’s Stranger on The Sofa album, I wonder first if I’ll have enough money to get tickets to his Melbourne concert, and then exactly why I’m still awake. It’s after bloody midnight!

I announce to the universe that I will never, EVER put myself into a position where I can be betrayed again.

After the debacle with my last housemates, I am still feeling knock-on effects in my life; bills are now beginning to roll-in and my incoming cash isn’t quite levelling-out.

It is — unfortunately — a difficult lesson to learn, but on some level I have to thank my ex-housemates for being the conniving, arrogant, self-centered, passive-aggressive, small-minded, abusive, nasty people that they have revealed themselves to be. Without your behaviour and your ultimate betrayal — refusing to pay the rent on rent-day as agreed and thus dropping me over $1500  into the hole — I would not have learned a valuable lesson.

For the lesson, I thank you, and I return the favour:

May you both live in interesting times.

Netsorship… a soon to be coined word.

Governments have been trying to work-out how to control the net for as long as it’s been in the public eye.

And you expect China and others to do this, but The Land Of The Free is now at it too.

Not news? Perhaps…