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Sat, Jun 05 2004
Please Wait.....
Bought a new hard disk today and spent the whole of the afternoon rebuilding my machine. Oh wot fun. Nothing enlivens a weekend more than watching progress bars move up the screen. I suppose progress bars are a good idea, but they always lie to me. They either do nothing for half an hour and then zoom across to the end or, and this is worse, go right up to 98% complete and then stop there for an hour. Anyhoo, at the end of 3 hours of solid work I seem to have nearly got back to where I started. In a few months I'll find out which important programs I've forgotten to reinstall when I need to use them in a hurry. But for now my empty machine sure starts up fast...
Fri, Jun 04 2004
Home Cookin'
I was in the supermarket yesterday. Thinking about eating on Friday (seemed like a plan to me). Rather than have a decadent and expensive takeaway (which we often do on a Friday because we are all exhausted by the end of the week) I thought I could whip up something myself. Ho hum. Friday evening and the best laid plans of mice and men come to naught and I'm on the phone ordering up a selection of chinese dishes. And I forgot to get a meal for number one son. But mine was nice. I'll do the cooking tomorrow.
Thu, Jun 03 2004
Constant Velocity Joints
Not funny cigarettes which move at a fixed speed - ho ho - but parts of the transmission of a car. They are the are kind of important and when they go wrong your car sounds knock kneed. I can tell you how much they cost to replace too, because I've just had to have them done on the big car. I first heard that tell-tail knocking around three months ago but I couldn't convince the mechanic the car was faulty.
I think my car behaves a bit like me going to the dentist. You know, when you actually get into the chair you remember that the dull ache you feel at the moment is nothing compared to what you are about to endure. So you say things like "Nope, can't feel nothing wrong now. Miracle cure eh?". Then you make a run for the door but they catch you and drag you back and then there is the drilling and the hacking and the mouth full of shrapnel etc. Or is that just me.
I think the car was scared of having its front half dismantled and so whenever it got near the garage it would suddenly cure itself for a little while. Until yesterday when all pretence was futile and we got the job done. I nearly asked to have the old ones. But then I remembered that I have no use for a couple of old constant velocity joints. Even mounted on the wall.
Wed, Jun 02 2004
Always leave them wanting more..
..then there was the horse who used to eat the place where he lived. Apparently he wanted a stable diet...
Enough already, I can almost hear the my link being removed from favourites the world over. I've finished my marking and also written my resit examinations, so you can excuse me for being a little skittish. Now I'm going to enjoy myself writing some Smartphone stuff for Mr. Microsoft and getting ready for the C# course next year. And yes, I do mean enjoy myself.
Tue, Jun 01 2004
Your Life in Numbers
Number one daughter has read somewhere that the number of calories required per day for your average male is 2,500. She is therefore convinced that all I have to do to keep going is eat a single jar of chocolate hazelnut spread for breakfast. I'm not very keen on this particularly. There must be something more to it than that. I mean, I'd rather like to drink something as well.
Talking of food; there was always the case of the tightrope walker who always ate his meals whilst standing on the high wire. Apparently he wanted to make sure he had a balanced diet...
Mon, May 31 2004
Bank Holidays
I love Bank Holidays. A chance to catch up on my doing nothing. And in good weather too.
Sun, May 30 2004
Sorry About That
Never did tell you who said "Nobody puts Baby in a corner". Sorry about that. Had a few wrong guesses but nobody got this one (and I suppose you were all to honourable to hit the Google). Or you just don't care.
Anyhoo, it was Patrick Swayze who played a camp dance instructor (that seems to have come out wrong) in the movie "Dirty Dancing". And no, I didn't watch it. I just happened to be in the room when it was on.
Posted at:Tue, Jun 15 2004 07:25:13 PM by Rob
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