First off, Wales givin Canada a floggin in the rugby. I do have to pay the canucks, we did do em 61 – 3 the last time we played em (in Canada), although this time however they managed to sneek two try’s in to make the score more respectable 61 – 26 at the Mil’ Stadium (LONG LIVE THE ARMS PARK). The second good score was a printer.
Now I can see y’all goin like ‘huh?’ I scored a 24 pin dot matrix Panasonic – what a time saver for knockin’ up tattoo stencils, no more cramps and goin square eyed, just find the line art on the PC and print it – poific stencil, and while it’s printing I’m making sure the machine is runnin’ smooth.
I’ve already sorted a few out for me (might as well get some good use out of it) and Daryl’s s’posed to be comin back on Thursday for some more work so the time it’ll save is gunna be fab (ooh sixties talk).
Well, not so much ripped off – more pissed off!!!
The techy is saying he can’t replicate the problem with the 19″ monitor – the 17″ won’t be back ’til Satdee and the laptop I bought was a complete dud and I won’t get a replacement until the middle (more like the end) of next week, so the upshot is I’m stuck having to use someone else’s laptop that has none of my graphics/audio progs so I”m now bored shitless. . .
Well I can’t kick the Compaq monitor, that went in the bin when it stopped working – I can however kick the Mitsubishi 93SB 19″ but it’s pointless coz it goes back for warranty repairs tomorrow – so at the mo I’m using an LG 17″ scary thing that goes ZAP every now n again but hey it keeps me on me toes. What else do I wanna kick? Oh the seller of one Powerbook G3 laptop here are the specs.
Powerbook G3 333 (Lombard)
128 Meg ram
What do I get when it turns up from the eBay seller?
Powerbook G3 400 (Lombard)
192 Meg ram
Partially dead keyboard
and this boofhead has got a rating in the 1,000’s be buggered if I know how seein as it took a week to get here when it should’ve taken 3 days tops and he’s as fast at answering emails as I am at running the mile and trust me if ya saw me run yo”d know what I meant.
Anyway I”m off to make coffee before I DO actually kick summut
Well the sites finally finished, the eGallery is all sorted (well close enough to) and I’ve caught up with the news from a squillion years back.
What have I been doing of late? Well seeing as it’s been bloody hot that last few days, sod all – I hate the friggin heat and we’re only just in spring grrrrrrrr s’posed to be bloody hotter tomorrow to.
That’s the whine out the way so what else. Sold CBIS, and boy has the stress level plummeted, umm done a few tatts, painted Dylan’s PeeWee 50 – the boy’s a natch, have to get him on a 125 GP road racer next umm what else oh bought some more tools (a bench drill and bench grinder) oh and I’ve been playing Fable and Brothers In Arms on the HexBox.
For those that are interested in what I currently look like, seeing as the pic of me in the gallery is a few years old here is one taken in May this year – and on that note I’ll catchya’s all later.
It looks like it’s time for a new router, the grief this ones given me over the last few days with this site has been nothing short of immense!!
Anyhoo – it appears to be working again (touch wood) and hopefully it’ll stay working. Apart from that, what else have I been doin? In short, SOD ALL.
Been sortin through about 11,000 flash designs (tattoo flash), scrappin the trash and keepin the good stuff – I spose I’ll end up with between 9,500 to 10,000 different designs by the time I’m finished. Just sittin ‘ere listenin to Casting Crowns so I might sod off n relax.
Yes, I know it’s a rather twisted topic for my first update in ages – but hey twisted is as twisted does 😛 (I’ll explain further on down).
It’s been a fairly crappy few months, what with servers being shut down and the owners not passing this teeny bit of info on so I get clients calling me complaining they can’t reach they’re website so in the upshot I lose a client who was paying me 2.5k (approx) a year for updates and maintenance of his site GRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
OK – 2.5k a year is sod all in the grand scheme of things but add that to other income and it all adds up and I ain’t rich by any stretch of the imagination so if any of you ladies sussed out my pic and thought ‘yummy’ is he rich? (BWAHAHAHAHAHA – yeh right as if on both counts) – ya outta luck!
What else has ‘appened? Well it appears I’m up for a tranny in the Sonata – 12 hundred bux 🙁 ummm my PC went bang which meant a new mobo, cpu and ram – it’s been bloody hot, Christmas loses all meaning when it’s like 120 degrees 🙁 about the only decent thing to happen (weather wise) is we’ve had some rain lately so the grass has taken on a greenish tinge, not that awful brown that seems to be everywhere.
Oh the subject of this rambling 🙂 – the first bit is because I’m sitting here here listening to ‘Yes’ and the second bit is cause I think Charlie Dimmock (a presenter on the TV show ‘Ground Force’) is cute :-).
OK, she’s no raving beauty (well she is but I ain’t admittin’ it ;-)) but she makes me larf and we all need that now don’t we. Anyway, off I go to find something else to do.
A twelve inch plastic tree pressed firmly into an old chipped cooking pot blinked forlornly, highlighting the neatly wrapped presents that lay around it. Presents for his two sons and daughter, presents that each year increased the pile.
Sitting at his table, he stared at his meagre Christmas fair – the roast chicken with boiled and roasted potatoes, sprouts, peas and beans and Yorkshire pudding all covered in gravy and mint sauce.
A bottle of cider (non alcoholic, he hadn’t touched alcohol for years) fizzed and popped as he poured it into his glass. Bowing his head, hands clasped he muttered a prayer of thanks and hope but deep down he knew his hopes would once again be dashed – slowly he began to eat.
His meal finished, he popped the single cracker, its bang echoing throughout his two room flat. The hat and toy landed on the floor where they would stay untouched until the time came to clear the table ‘tomorrow’ he muttered. Making his way to the pile of presents he rubbed them gently, rubbing the dust from those that lay near the bottom of the pile – standing he walked out the door.
A light drizzle touched his face as his feet shuffled along the cracking pavement. Crossing the road he pushed the park gates open and walked across the grass to the bench under the old oak tree.
Sitting down he hitched his jacket up and forced his hands into his pockets for warmth. Giggling gleeful children rode new bikes and skateboards across his vision; slowly he pulled a fading and cracked photograph and cradled it as one does a new born baby.
Darkness began to slip into his Christmas day – house lights opposite the park now illuminating his life – one in particular but try as he might he just couldn’t see through the window, then as if snuffing out a candle the curtains were drawn and the light along with his hopes vanished.
The walk back to his flat seemed to take longer every year, but with each step came a twinge of hope – a hope that maybe next year he would see his children on Christmas day, the children he hadn”t seen on that day for three years – oh how he’d exchange all his visitation rights for just one Christmas morning.
Fanciful fiction? Maybe but then again maybe not.
How many fathers are there on this planet who work day in and day out, to pay child support but because of a lop-sided legal system miss out on watching their children tear frantically at Christmas wrapping paper, their eyes bulging at the sight of the many and varied presents that lay in front of them?
Granted there are some fathers that should only get supervised visits – damn some should be supervised by an armed security guard but they’re in the minority. What of the majority?
Where this came from is beyond me – maybe Christmas and the fact it’s become nothing more than another Hallmark day with a TV full of pathetic soft porn American comedies is sending me off on the sadness slide. As it happens, all my kids grew up with two parents – sheesh my youngest will be 21 in a few days so I can say I’m one of the lucky ones.
Anyway, it’s Christmas Eve and I should be working so I best be off.
All the best for the season and I’ll catch y’all next year.
Here I am happily(?) working away in my little home office when next I hear a yelp, then everything goes off. Now, I knew exactly what happened so I ran outside to see my 9 mth old dog (his pic as a pup is in the gallery) running around in circles in the backyard, the hair on his back standing up and a rather shocked *groan* look on his face.
Turns out the dozy bugger decided to chew his way through a mains line and copped 240 volts on the tongue 🙂 I shouldn’t laugh but it’ll (I hope) teach him to knock off the chewing of everything and anything – and I MEAN ANYTHING!
He’s a cross German Shepherd – Malamute so I would have thought he’d be a bit brighter, not literally sparking up :-P. Trying to calm him down was fun, although only 9 mths he’s a monster of a dog and he ain’t stopped growin’ – oh well, all I can say is ‘yaye for circuit breakers’
Bloody age, one minute you’re chasing 18 so you can get into the pubs and the next you’re wondering why you’re yawning at 5pm. I’ll tell you why, it’s called “BLUR.”
Now if you haven’t twigged yet, blur is the time as it zooms by and you don’t even notice it until it’s too late. Ok I’m still a spring chicken, just a piddling 48 years old but what happened to the last 25+? My youngest will be 23 this year, number 2 will 25 and the eldest 28 or is it 29 eeek – damn failing memory 😛 It only seems like yesterday they were arguing over who owned what Barbie (they’re all girls by the way :-)), or hiding boyfriends from their Tad.
Now it’s time to watch the grand-kids grow up, the 2 boys now play rugby league (their mothers wouldn’t let ’em play the game they play in Heaven the buggers ;-)) 2 of the grand-daughters are in kindy and the third has just discovered that if she pulls on the phone cord it falls off the desk, or putting food caked hands on the TV gets her Tad-cu a touch cheesed off because he’s gotta to wipe it clean. One of these days I’ll leave it till it builds up and drives everyone else nuts. I spose that’ll teach me for bein a picky sod 🙂 Anyway, I’m away – my elbow and shoulder is givin’ me gyp, probably from many years of shifting gears in a truck and then 10 years of sittin’ at a desk.
Have you ever looked, I mean REALLY looked at your PC’s HD partitions? In a fit of boredom I decided to check out what in the hell was hiding on the ”D” drive just for the sake of it – WRONG MOVE. Day two and I’m still sorting through numerous directories full of duplicate files, files that date back to 1997, files I knew had but could never find, etc etc etc.
It’s amazing how much junk can be stored on a HD and what’s worse is how much junk can stored on a CDRW that you think is a good back up but ends up being dupes of stuff already on your HD – sorta makes ya wanna type format c: – format d: etc 🙂
Anyhoo, I”ve got ‘Floyds – Final Cut playing in the background so this little break shall end here so I can get back to it or believe me I won’t 😉