Confusion Reigns Supreme

I don't chuffing believe it! The first time since Thursday that I've been back in my element (down the pub) and the only Internet connection I can get is on my iPod!

I've just spent the last hour running lappy's battery down to nothing for nothing in return.

I'll just have to blog into the wee small hours again tonight.

Usually when staff leave this organisation, they're too busy clearing their personal stuff out of their desks to bother with disposing of any evidence of their ever having been here. They usually bundle up all their sensitive working papers and leave them by the shredder in my office, expecting me to do it for them without a word.

Not Mouse-Mat Man! Oh, no. See how he heroically enters my office with two boxes stuffed full of classified documents and asks if he may use my shredder! Watch as he does it all himself!
Look on in AMAZEMENT as he even takes some from the pile that's waiting for me to get round to doing and adds that to his own workload!

Mouse-Mat Man, what would we do without you? :p

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7318812.stm

Kevin Spacey is upset about the BBC showing Maria, Any Dream and I'd Do Anything casting shows, claiming, quite rightly, that they are just 13-week promotions for ALW's latest shows and that serious stage productions don't get anywhere near that much publicity.

Cue the next big idea for a show from The BBC: "To be or Not To be: The search for the new Hamlet"

I've tried to watch The English Patient this evening.

TRIED to watch.

It may have won awards, it may even be some people's idea of a good film, but I'm afraid it did nothing for me. I couldn't empathise with any of the characters, I found the main plot slow and, quite frankly, boring and the constant flashbacks creating the back-plot made this film, for me at least, rather disjointed and awkward.

It will not be appearing on any of my "Films to see" lists.

Shame really, as I don't often take the time to actually make the effort to watch a film.

How's my day been? I hear you ask.

Well, I got up this morning and put all the clocks forward, because I knew no-one else would remember and headed of into the village to get the papers and some ciggies. It was a nice bright morning, if a bit on the breezy and chilly side so I decided to walk rather than take the car. Especially as last night the car was playing up with intermittent fuel-starvation type drops in power. *please let that just be some dodgy fuel, but not so dodgy that it wrecks the engine*

I got back home and it would appear that it took me over an hour to make the trip.

Mother had got up while I was out and for once had remembered to put all the clocks forward!

Generally just slobbed around this morning watching re-runs of Scrapheap Challenge for the umpteenth time before the Moto GP started. Missed the 125cc race, but the next two races made up for it. Especially the 250's with the second place rider Marco Simoncelli taking out the lead rider Alvaro Bautista on the last lap. They were so far ahead of the rest of the pack that only Mika Kallio in third knew what had happened. Mattia Pasini and yuki Takahashi didn't even know they came home second and third until they were directed into parc ferme after the race!

After lunch I did a spot of blogging, first thing to do was to remove all trace of a certain amount of spam from my blog and that's how I've spent the rest of the afternoon. Just blogging.

I'm now just waiting for my iPod to recharge so I can go back to blogging on the couch.

I'm so awfully sorry, my spamming fiend. Unfortunately we obviously do not speak or write in the same language, though I could tell whilst deleting your spam comments from my blog that you were possibly trying to sell me some awnings.

I would recommend, however, that rather than trying to sell me stuff I don't need in a language I don't understand, you should find something more productive to spend your time on. I hear that walking holidays in the Arctic are particularly stimulating at this time of year. Especially if you happen to find yourself drifting on an iceberg with only a hungry polar bear for company.

Just don't keep spamming me!

Modern communcations and transport these days have lead more and more people to believe that the world is getting smaller day by day. If this is the case then why does the price of postage keep going up?

You Are Bubblegum Flavored Gum

You are friendly, outgoing, and energetic. You love life, and you can always find some reason to smile. You are a bit hyper, and you're always looking for your next challenge. You love getting things done - and you are usually on the go. Your confidence and positive attitude makes you a very attractive person. You can be a little flaky at times, but people are able to overlook that - because you're so fun!

Makes me sound like a complete Paris Hilton.

Blimey! How about this?

I know I've seen this on someone else's blog, but I can't remember whose it was, so I thought I'd post it myself.

Amazing, no?

I very rarely visit the BCUK homepage, but I did just now and I see that my blog has been put up as a featured blog!

Blimey!

Anyhoo, I'd better shut the office down and go home. Mother's out child-sitting tonight, so she'll need the car.

Catch ya later!

I've just Googled myself (again).

Apparently I'm a cartoon writer in a wheelchair, an 18-year-old ice hockey right-wing player, a kick-boxing instructor from Sheffield, an actor who appeared in Friends back in '95 and I also died in the 9/11 atrocity. I get around a bit, don't I?

Somnolent:

Adjective
First attested in 1615. From Old French sompnolent ( > French somnolent), < Latin somnolentus < somnus "sleep". Replaced older form: sompnolent.

1. Drowsy or sleepy.
2. Causing sleepiness; soporific.

Well, what can be said of this morning then?

Been a bit busy with work stuff - booo! - and I think I'm just about on top of it all.
Two reports, three sets of business cards, agenda for next Tuesday's staff meetings and two Induction Packs all printed, ready for collection, so this afternoon I suppose I could laminate 15 copies of the organisation chart and hand them out one per office.

I'm still not gettiing email notifications of my comments/replies. This is annoying. Very annoying.

God this is a really interesting post, isn't it folks?

And yet again Mr Financial-Genius has run out of money a bit shy of payday. Roll on Monday! But until then, let's see how I manage on £10 for the entire weekend...

This afternoon I was woken by J as she walked in to my office with some shredding to do. How long had I been asleep? I dunno. Long enough to leave a nice pool of dribble on my desk though .

Got home this evening and watched a bit of telly, as you do, before mother nipped out to the village for supplies. she came back with another bottle of cider and wished me a belated happy birthday.

See? Sometimes living with parents isn't such a bad idea!

I just remembered that a few years ago a bunch of us lads asked the then landlady of my local what her pornstar name would be, and after explaining what we meant she came back with the reply "Thumper Jackson"

I never could look her in the eye after that...

Crapulence:

Plural
crapulences

1. sickness or indisposition caused by excessive eating or drinking
2. intemperance; debauchery; excessive indulgence

Derived terms

* crapula
* crapulent
* crapulous

Yup. I almost turned some work away this morning because of my *ahem* "delicateness" (damn hangover). My better nature (damn that, too) got the better of me and I reluctantly drove one of our pool cars down to Kwik Fit for a replacement tyre. I was all for just swapping it with the spare and deal with it later, but it needed to be replaced. After all a tyre's not much use if it's got a six-inch nail stuck in it.

I can honestly say that I will never buy a Vauxhall Astra. Particularly not the diesel estate version. Meh! Horrid, horrid thing

I try my best not to be seen as a slacker *ahem*, but I have done more work today than I did yesterday. Sort of justifies me being in the office while the rest of them are out trying to rebuild the "team".

Tch! And I've still got a few bits lined up for when I stop blogging in a few seconds...

1. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (Mother and Father's middle name)
Mary Joseph (I kid thee not!)

2. NASCAR NAME: (first name of your mother's dad, father's dad)
Edward Joseph

3. STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of
your first name)
Mccro

4. DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
Red Tiger

5. SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
James Chertsey

6. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd fav color, fav drink, add "THE" to the beginning)
The Blue Cider

7. FLY NAME: (first 2 letters of 1st name, last 3 letters of your last name)
Ro-thy

8. GANGSTA NAME: (fav ice cream flavor, fav cookie)
Toffee Ginger Nut

9. ROCK STAR NAME: (current pets name, current street name).
Paddy Grobars

10. STRIPPER NAME: (name of your fav perfume/cologne, fav candy)
Dark Blue Curly Wurly (PMSL!)

11. PORN NAME: (1st pets name, mothers maiden name)
Sunny Every

That's how you lot have left me.

Thanks for all those birthday wishes, you've turned a frown upside-down!

First of all, as it's now gone midnight and therefore officially tomorrow, it is my BIRTHDAY! WOOHOO! 21 again! *ahem*

Secondly, somehow I've managed to dip out of a split team-building day. One half going boating, the other half walking in Northamptonshire somewhere. It's not that I don't want to take part, even though I really don't, but this organisation that I work for always seem to forget that it's not just them that I regard as customers. I also have to deal with the graphical needs of the accountants, and also to a lesser extent (thankfully) of the medics downstairs. OK, I may only be needed for a few business cards or a couple of flashy certificates, but then I may be needed for report reproduction. As I will not allow anyone bar a select few to even come anywhere near my beloved photocopiers, I feel my time would be far better spent in the office. Besides I've got a bit of clearing up to do. A nice quiet day without my immediate colleagues would be most welcome. It's either that or I give up another weekend.

That's what I told my boss, anyway!

I will try my best to be a good boy and not get too lairy down the now revamped pub at lunchtime, though I can't guarantee that I'll be back at my desk much before two, so no change there!

BRING IT ON!

My "lunchtime local" has re-opened after a six-week refurb, and I can say that my fears were unfounded. It has not turned into a trendy wine bar (thank fuck for that!).

Certainly it has morphed into a more high-class establishment but without losing that essential English Pub-ness that I so crave and desire. OK, the've taken out the brickwork arch between the original pub and the extension (I hope they've remembered to fix the leaky roof) and clad the bar in dark hardwood rather than the olde worlde exposed bricks, but they seem to have kept hold of something that is so lacking in any of the other hostelries in town - atmosphere.

I likey.

I likey a lot!

I was so worried that I wouldn't be able to recognise the place, but I can't say that the things that have changed have changed for the worse. Except for the fact that there's no pool table any more. That area has now been converted into toilets, and the toilets as were are now a rather more spacious dining area. Yes, I spent my lunch hour sitting in the ladies' loos (and for once no-one complained! )

All told, it has turned out to be a very tasteful and respectful refurb very nicely done.

I love this guy!

The full version:

Shame he doesn't know how a guitar works, but you can't have everything, can you?

Well this figures!

Hope you've had a BRILLIANT one!

YEEHAW! We're now wireless at home!

But for some reason I can't pick it up on my lappy. The little icon shows that it's connected, and it even tells me that the connection is excellent, but I just can't get onto the net.

So if I want to use my lappy, I HAVE to take it down the pub, either that or wire it directly into the wireless router. So that's not exactly wireless, then, is it?

The PC and my iPod pick it up and run with it perfectly, but lappy just doesn't seem to know what to do with it once it's got itself connected.

Weird.

Oh, well. I'll have to have another bit of a tinker with it tomorrow. I've had enough for today. I'm going to shut this PC down for now and take lappy out for a drink!

The dogs this evening, after being fed, needed to go out in the garden for obvious reasons. So I opened the door to the conservatory, just about managing to avoid the stampede, and then opened the patio doors just as it started sleeting big time.

Penny took two steps out before running back indoors for the safetyof her bed, but Paddington just stood there barking at it. I'm sure he's going a bit ga-ga. Would he come back in? Even after being shouted at for being such a stupid fat lump? Would he heck as like!