When am I going to take these freakin' bicycle clips off? I put them on this morning when I went to the restaurant to collect some invoices and pay their monthly bills (which I couldn't do because no-one knew where the box that keeps the invoices and cheque book were kept.....I'll need to go down tomorrow instead, which will suit me fine as I was up till 5:30am this morning).
I knew I had to go to the supermarket so I kept them on. I've now been to the supermarket and they're still on my legs. That's hours they've been on now. My feet will be blue with the circulation cut off.
Monday, September 26, 2005
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Stupid dreams
I just spent ages trying to explain a dream I had but had to delete it because it was pointless. Who wants to know about my dreams anyway. Believe me, this dream was so boring you really don’t want to know about it. It basically involved a three year old girl doing a gymnastic move which was physically impossible in real life. It would have twisted the arms out of their sockets if she had succeeded in doing what she was trying. I was standing behind her and holding both her hands by her sides – and she was doing a move – the sort of thing you’d see a gymnast doing on parallel bars. But of the parallel bars she’d get to move her hands. In this dream I was holding them – hence why I said she would have twisted the arms out their sockets if it had been real life. So what does this dream mean all you dream analysts.
I’ve started singing into my computers microphone. My upstair neighbours have to put up arguing with myself – now they have to put up with my singing as well.
I’ve started singing into my computers microphone. My upstair neighbours have to put up arguing with myself – now they have to put up with my singing as well.
Where's my blogger add-in gone to now?
This is getting weird. The Blogging add-in for Word disappeared but now I’ve got it back.
I just wish that when I install a program that fucks with another program I would be told during the installation process. Why does Windows make things so complicated. I thought computers were meant to make things easy. Fucking geeks – I hate them all.
My wee toe
I smashed my wee toe off a pile of soup tins I’d left in a bag on my living room floor. Maybe if I kept things a bit tidier I wouldn’t have walked into them. I must have hit it with some force as it cut my toe open.
Unsmelly socks
I can’t believe my socks aren’t smelly. I’ve been wearing them all day. Maybe my nose is fucked. (A bit like Kate Moss’s I suppose………allegedly, in case any of her lawyers happen to read pointless blogs).
I just wish that when I install a program that fucks with another program I would be told during the installation process. Why does Windows make things so complicated. I thought computers were meant to make things easy. Fucking geeks – I hate them all.
My wee toe
I smashed my wee toe off a pile of soup tins I’d left in a bag on my living room floor. Maybe if I kept things a bit tidier I wouldn’t have walked into them. I must have hit it with some force as it cut my toe open.
Unsmelly socks
I can’t believe my socks aren’t smelly. I’ve been wearing them all day. Maybe my nose is fucked. (A bit like Kate Moss’s I suppose………allegedly, in case any of her lawyers happen to read pointless blogs).
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Imagine being called a 270
I thought it was bad being called a 269. But then to be called a 270. Imagine how hurt I was.
Missing the toilet
Probably a misleading title for the post - but I went to the toilet at around 11:30am on Monday morning. This is me now using the toilet for the first time since then at 1:05am Tuesday morning. That is not healthy. 13½ hours.
Monday, September 19, 2005
Cup competitions
My football team won a cup tie away from home on Saturday. No big deal. They were expected to win as it was against a club from a lower division. I knew our record in this competition was bad but I've just looked at their results in my lifetime (40 years). In that time we have only reached the third round of this competition on three occasions. OK, on one of those occasions we went on and won the cup. But three times in 40 years is dreadful. Especially as we've reached the 5th round and 6th round of the national competition quite a few times just in the last 15 years. Yet this cup, which has a third amount of teams as the national competition we have never done as well.
This cup began in 1927 (I won't bore you with the details of WHY it began) and it took my club (deliberately leaving the club name out) until 1947 before they won a game.
No game on saturday. What am I going to do? I could always look for a pair of rubber gloves and get friendly with Angus Kilroy.
Wireless mouse
Great idea - but if you use your computer for more than half an hour a day not so good. The odd behavious of the mose over the last fortnight was due to the batteries inside the mouse dying. All of a sudden the cursor would jump to the top of the page. If I was dragging files around my computer they would be copied to an unknown location. Folders would be moved and I've still to find some of them. So if this started a fortnight ago it means the batteries only last about three weeks with constant use.
I hate computers. I hate my Freesat. In fact I hate anything electronic. It is fucking me up tonight. I'm back to believing in an evil God with fuck all better to do than mess around with me. Hey God - why don't you blow something up then I know it's really you messing with my - rather than have a collection of small things go wrong. Ya big gobshite that you are. 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483
I hate computers. I hate my Freesat. In fact I hate anything electronic. It is fucking me up tonight. I'm back to believing in an evil God with fuck all better to do than mess around with me. Hey God - why don't you blow something up then I know it's really you messing with my - rather than have a collection of small things go wrong. Ya big gobshite that you are. 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483 483
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Advantages of word
Advantages of Word
The only real advantage of using Word 2003 to post to my blog is the spellchecker and I can see the post in a reasonable size. Other than that it’s shit.
Still haven’t got the proper monitor for this computer. It’s in the shop – just haven’t been able to persuade my brother to give me a lift to get the thing. I wish I’d learned to drive as a youth….but of course, my SA prevented me. This fucking SA has prevented me from doing everything.
This mouse of mine has got a mind of its own. It will suddenly just jump to the top of the page. First time I’ve used a mouse that doesn’t have a wire so maybe that’s what happens when the battery dies. What is it with me and dying batteries.
The only real advantage of using Word 2003 to post to my blog is the spellchecker and I can see the post in a reasonable size. Other than that it’s shit.
Still haven’t got the proper monitor for this computer. It’s in the shop – just haven’t been able to persuade my brother to give me a lift to get the thing. I wish I’d learned to drive as a youth….but of course, my SA prevented me. This fucking SA has prevented me from doing everything.
This mouse of mine has got a mind of its own. It will suddenly just jump to the top of the page. First time I’ve used a mouse that doesn’t have a wire so maybe that’s what happens when the battery dies. What is it with me and dying batteries.
Late Again
Late Again
Try writing in red this time.
Here it is 12:16pm and I still haven’t set off for work yet. The rechargeable batteries on my bike light no longer work. They last one winter and then they pack in. Marvellous. This means I’ll need to be home before it’s dark. This is getting harder and harder. Of course I could do the sensible thing and go to my bed at midnight (or earlier) and then get up at 8am. It’d never work. Don’t normally work on a Tuesday but as I’m seeing the shrink on Thursday I need to come in a day early.
Try writing in red this time.
Here it is 12:16pm and I still haven’t set off for work yet. The rechargeable batteries on my bike light no longer work. They last one winter and then they pack in. Marvellous. This means I’ll need to be home before it’s dark. This is getting harder and harder. Of course I could do the sensible thing and go to my bed at midnight (or earlier) and then get up at 8am. It’d never work. Don’t normally work on a Tuesday but as I’m seeing the shrink on Thursday I need to come in a day early.
Blogging from Word 2003
Blogging from Word 2003
So I’ve installed the plug in – what next. Will I be able to publish directly from Word 2003. And if so what good will it do me.
To think tonight I was going to get to my bed at 1am so I could be up at 9am and off to work early. Well it’s now 3am and I’m posting rubbish on my blog. I can’t breathe. No wait, I can breathe – it’s just that it’s hard. If I couldn’t breathe I’d be dead.
So I’ve installed the plug in – what next. Will I be able to publish directly from Word 2003. And if so what good will it do me.
To think tonight I was going to get to my bed at 1am so I could be up at 9am and off to work early. Well it’s now 3am and I’m posting rubbish on my blog. I can’t breathe. No wait, I can breathe – it’s just that it’s hard. If I couldn’t breathe I’d be dead.
What's goin' on with the weather?
We're nearly halfway through September and I'm sweating like a pig here at 2am because it's that hot. Pigs are well known for sweating don't you know.
Monday, September 05, 2005
Porrrn
I spent all of Sunday downloading tons and tons of porn. I don't know why. I only watched a couple of minutes of each video (no jokes please). I ended up thinking that sex has got to be the oddest and funniest thing imaginable. But this is where I get really pervo. The best of the clips were of women peeing in public places. Eventually they took this to extremes and one woman started peeing into a plastic drinks container while sitting at a table at what was possibly a beer garden or something similar. The older woman next to her rather than say - "eeeeewwww - you're disgusting" just got up and walked away. She wouldn't have actually seen what was going on because all of this took place under the table but it was obvious what was going on. It was clear this was not the UK this activity was taking place. I wonder what my reaction would be if I saw this happening. Probably some Beavis and Butthead type laughter. I'll need to get out more often - maybe thios does take place all the time and I just miss it. These were the best of the porrrrn vids - even though there wasn't any sex involved.
My three blog readers (if there is still as many as three) have all decided to steer well clear of Peasie's blog from now on.
My three blog readers (if there is still as many as three) have all decided to steer well clear of Peasie's blog from now on.
It's now the 5th September and it seems as though today and yesterday are the hottest days of the year. Maybe it's just my flat. The only cold place seems to be outside in the close (the bit between the entrance to the block of flats and the door to my flat). It is concrete. Maybe I'll go outside there and sit and pretend I've lost my key if anyone comes by.
Once I've taken the rubbish out I don't need to venture outside again today so I'll be stripping down to my boxers (a lovely image for you all).
The flats a mess. I keep on taking things out like camcorders etc (and there associated adapters and cables) and then not putting them back. Also, I think the dust in the flat may be beginning to affect my health. I've started wheezing a lot and finding it hard to breathe at night. Instead of cleaning the dust away I tend to just shift it from one place to another - I think I've already posted a picture of the thing I use to dust my flat.
I wish that yapping dog would just shut up.
ikea - it was an Ikea catalogue the woman threw at my window so it probably wouldn't have smashed it. I had one on my doorstep when I sent out today and saw several littered about the street. Either the person delivering them was just lazy or the crazy woman went about collecting them to throw at people's windows. This post will seem weird if you don't read things in the correct order. It is most people's tendency to read the post at the top first - but sometimes the post at the top will refer to an as yet unread thread further down.
Once I've taken the rubbish out I don't need to venture outside again today so I'll be stripping down to my boxers (a lovely image for you all).
The flats a mess. I keep on taking things out like camcorders etc (and there associated adapters and cables) and then not putting them back. Also, I think the dust in the flat may be beginning to affect my health. I've started wheezing a lot and finding it hard to breathe at night. Instead of cleaning the dust away I tend to just shift it from one place to another - I think I've already posted a picture of the thing I use to dust my flat.
I wish that yapping dog would just shut up.
ikea - it was an Ikea catalogue the woman threw at my window so it probably wouldn't have smashed it. I had one on my doorstep when I sent out today and saw several littered about the street. Either the person delivering them was just lazy or the crazy woman went about collecting them to throw at people's windows. This post will seem weird if you don't read things in the correct order. It is most people's tendency to read the post at the top first - but sometimes the post at the top will refer to an as yet unread thread further down.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Crazy woman with catalogue
I heard a commotion from outside my bedroom window so went to take a butchers and saw this woman ripping up a catalogue. I'd heard her earlier kicking the door to the next door block of flats. It isn't locked or anything - in fact I had to use it yesterday. Some git had locked the entrance to my block so I had to go in the next block, out their back door, in the back door to my block and then unlock the front door to my block.
I've no idea what the commotion was about. I did hear her screaming "You're just like your father".
So I stood at my bedroom window wearing just a pair of shorts as it's that feckin hot today and she notices me. She then comes over to my window and screams "what the fuck are you lookin at? Do you want a catalogue in all". (which I assume translates to - do you want some pages from ths catalogue I am ripping up and throwing about the street). So I says back to her "Oh shut up you stupid woman" but as I just spoke the words and my window was shut she would have heard them. She then proceeded to throw the catalogue in the general direction of my bedroom window - which would almost certainly have smashed as they are ancient and it was a thick catalogue. In fact, the fact it was a thick catalogue is probably why it didn't reach up to my window. I left her shouting profanities at me and came away from the window. I wish I still had my CCTV camera pointing out into the street. Maybe I'll go and set it up again. I hope she flips again. Nothing better than listening to a drunken crazy woman.
Funny smell
There is a funny smell emanating from me just now. It isn't an unwashed smell. It's kind of similar to when you have a bucket load to drink one night and the nextr day the drink seems to leak out every pore in your body. Only I didn't have a bucket load to drink last night.
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