Fucking hell, it’s still going.

I’ve just gone into the house, chatted briefly with G, the owner of the PC, hunted for a teabag while the kettle boiled, found the teabag and poured boiling water over it (in a cup no-less; no fooling this gal), and stomped back out here. We’re now installing HP Officejet 9100 series.

Nicely enough, the installer window is counting-down — like a harbinger of doom — the free disk space; presumably the PC will turn into an MED (Microsoft Explosive Device, as differentiated from a small bullet-shaped lump of cotton-wool) when the counter reaches Zero.

A great use of my precious time; think, I could be cycling home now after another ab-building Bikram Yoga session, with slightly sweaty hair but feeling energised and content — relaxed even — and even more-so because the day was over and I didn’t have to look at another sodding PC again that day.

Luxury!

Whoops.

Anyway, We’re on 22% on the installer, which leaves a honking 78% to go. It’s not helped by Norton scanning every stinking byte of the installation programmes either. Tea’s too hot to drink, so what can I do? I know, Youtube!

Ahhh, the good old days

Like one of the comments says: nobody hijacks a TV show like TISM.

But the interesting thing about this band, and bands like them (um… Are there any bands like Tism, anywhere??) is that they seem to be more outrageous simply because they’ve got masks on. The liberation of not being identified with your own actions gives them an edge that’s rarely –if ever — repeated.

Course, their abysmal run with record companies only goes to show they were before their time. Imagine, if you will, if TISM had been around right now, with online music and the circumvention of the record-company vampires…

I’ll add this to the list of things I’d like to have seen…

Where to begin? Perchance to dream?

The beginning is where things traditionally start, immediately preceeded by that millisecond of worry, followed by the creative outpouring from the muse of a thousand ideas.

And if you think this is needlessly deep, zen even, for me, then you would be wrong. For Zen is what I am, not who; unlike episodes of Blakes 7, my fave episode is recounted below thanks to the folks at YouTube!