Tag: SOMEONE

Good evening and goodnight

I’ve mentioned this before but the internet is evil and keeps me awake at night.

Since then I’ve realised that the problem isn’t the computer, the internet, or anything that is posted on the internet. It’s me.

Yeah, yeah, obvious, I know.

So, what I think is really needed (something graybo hinted at in the comments to that post) is to add a human… wait! SOCIAL… factor. After all, isn’t these very social websites that are keeping us all up until the wee small hours?

One last check for Facebook updates, a quick peek to see if anyone else has twittered in the last 3 minutes, and maybe just a teeny tiny glance at the RSS feeds, all of a sudden it’s 2am. Again. And you are getting up in 4 hours and, for some reason, your employers expect an honest days work from you (we’ll cover THAT one another time).

What I’m proposing is some form of website where you and your ‘friends’ can monitor the fact that you are online. You’d set your preferred bedtime and, as and when you are spotted online at any of the social websites you use, your friends would be alerted and they could all start hassling you to go to bed.

Admittedly, such a system is not without flaw. For one thing the method used by your network of friends would most likely have to be something online which would, no doubt, led us straight back to square one.

“Ohhh a tweet from X telling me to go to bed… I really should!… ohh look… Y has updated and posted a link… *click* “

I’m sure we can work round that issue though.

Which leaves only one other problem with such a solution. Out of everyone in your network of friends, across all of the myriad of social websites, SOMEONE has to be last to bed, so who nags them when it’s 4am???

Bagsy not last!!

Ain't so crazy

Last night was partly about the crazy golf and the glow in the dark ten-pin bowling, partly about having a few drinks but mainly about spending some time with our friends Susan and Ian.

Some observations.

1. We ain’t mad about crazy golf.
The course was pirate themed and include a hole played on a pirate ship! Yarrr… except the actual holes weren’t all that challenging or imaginative, in fact it was all a little sedate. Admittedly I am comparing this to that episode of the Simpsons, and vaguely to that movie about a man building the ultimate crazy golf course (or was it a TV show?).

2. Glow in the dark ten-pin bowling requires it to be dark!
Thom Yorke commented on this last week but it just doesn’t get dark in these parts until going on 10.30pm, in fact there was still visible light when we left the pub just past midnight. As such the bowling alleys were still quite bright.

Also when you say “glow in the dark” mean that! Don’t just bung up some UV lighting and offer funny coloured bowls (hey maybe JonnyB could try that down the village green!).

And finally, why were the ‘bumpers’ up in all the lanes? (and furthermore why, WITH the bumpers up did I struggle to break 100!)

3. Pitchers of cocktails are a waste of money
Not a startling revelation but having watched the girl behind the bar pour four measures of alcohol into a pitcher almost full of ice, then fill the rest with lemonade.. yeah, that’s an expensive way to get drunk! Still it kept my darling wife happy, she does love her blue drinks…

4. We have a local!
Susan and Ian live about 5 minutes from us and there is a pub handily placed bang on halfway. Alas it’s a shady looking place and we wouldn’t go near it in a month of Wednesdays. However we finally got around to trying the next pub down the road (about 10 minutes away) and it was ok.

They even have a quiz on a Thursday night… a fact that had Louise almost skipping for joy.

Right, back to work for me (yeah, on a Saturday, meh). Although I have just remembered that, last night, SOMEONE said I could purchase a PlayStation3… maybe a quick trip to Braehead shopping centre for me on the way home!

Random thoughts from the weekend

Dear God, the Jewel of the Nile is an awful movie.

Managed to avoid just about every mention of Diana. It really sucks sharing an anniversary with that event. Still, it does mean I never forget it. Not that I would, of course… MY anniversary I mean…

Billie Piper, her wot was in Doctor Who, is set to play Belle de Jour on TV. Yes, THAT Belle de Jour. How come she hasn’t been outed yet? Is there some level of acceptance of her ‘exploits’ because she is a prostitute? Does the ‘profession’ mean it’s sort of OK, but if you are a natural woman who enjoys sex, that’s bad and evil? Double standards anyone?

Big Brother is finished. Thank feck. A fan from previous years, this year grated on me more than normal.

I may need to start saving for another Mac. Everytime I go to use it SOMEONE is using it.

There is something satisfying about washing a car, something almost sensual and erotic. Soapy sponge, running over the sleek curves. Most odd. Am I a pervert?

I have never seen all of the movie BeetleJuice so I don’t understand why it’s not called Betelgeuse…

Hang on, can I install OSX on my Dell box? Dual boot maybe?

Is Twitter killing blogging? 😉

TodoToday

Being on holiday has it’s advantages. I can get up at 8.30 am, watch the penultimate episode of Huff, then ponder what to do with the rest of my day. Outside it’s murky grey and a sheen of drizzle is coating everything.

So I’ll be writing up a list of “recorded” DVDs (did I mention that I’ve now got a DVD recorder? It’s great, can record movies on Sky+ then dump them to DVD), cracking on with the HaloScan Wiki as there is a bit of a stooshy going on in the forums there (partly because I lost my rage a bit at continued sarcastic comments… yeah I know.. me getting annoyed at SOMEONE ELSE being sarcastic, who’da thunk it?), and I guess I’d better push on with the design for that other site for that new venture that I’m deliberately being cagey about to make it seem mysterious when really it isn’t.

Or I might read a book.

Or .. ?? Hmmm dunno.

In other personal news – this IS a fascinating post, isn’t it – having split open the wound on my back after I got my mole removed, the wound scabbed over. It’s been there for weeks, until this morning. It’s gone. The scab that is, not the wound. The scab was about the size of my thumbnail and quite thick, but I can’t find hide nor hair of it…

But then I did dream that I was eating sultanas last night…

First Choice

You’ve just received your new stereo system. You’ve unpacked it, picked off all those little styrofoam biscuits, and waded your way through the installation manual (but only because you got stuck). Red cable here, green cable there, plug here, connector there. You hit the power button and, with a quiet hum, the beast breathes.

The display oozes neon, backlight buttons beg to be bashed. You pause to admire the smooth sleek lines of the design, the very ones that caught your eye in the sales room, the ones that flirted and seduced, and teased your wallet open. It is time, the virgin speakers crave sound, the electronics quiet hum demands it, the CD slot slides open eagerly, tantalisingly waiting to be filled.

I’ll pause here and state that hi-fi systems do not turn me on and I’m not entirely sure from where the previous paragraph came (pardon the pun). Suffice to say that that is not what I was going to discuss. The following paragraph, however, is.

Where were we? Oh yes, the stereo system, waiting patiently to be played. The big question, of course is: What music will you play?

If you are anything like me (and there must be SOMEONE else who does this) you’ll probably spend more time choosing the first CD that will be played on a new stereo system than you did setting the damn thing up.

But why?

This personal foible of mine, isn’t limited to household stereo systems. The same applies for car systems, personal stereos, basically anything that can play music. Hell, I even did this with my mobile phone.

In some respects it’s rooted in the desire not to spoil or sully something new. It’s the same kind of thing that makes me, on some levels, a bit of a clean freak. A pet peeve of mine is people not clearing up after themselves, or leaving messy fingerprints on handles – you know the type of thing, you’re baking, hands covered in flour, and you open a drawer.

Either way, it’s a bit odd.

Why I am pondering all this? Quite simply because I’ve stopped doing it. I wonder what has changed in me, nothing too fundamental I wouldn’t imagine, but something has made me stop doing the same thing I’ve been doing since I was 12 years old.

Stop thief!
OK, own up. SOMEONE stole 4 hours sleep from me last night and I’m not happy about it, not happy at all!

(In other words, I’m knackered AND grumpy)