Net-annoyance: bloody e-commerce sites that insist on you filling in the ‘state’. We don’t have bloody states over here. I hate ethnocentric forms.
Recovering from my three-day migraine,
Recovering from my three-day migraine, I watched ‘First Contact’ (the best Star Trek film, ever) for the third or fourth time. Picard rules. I’ll be his Positronic Robotic Observation Lifeform any time. I noticed for the first time that the actor who plays Neelix (ugh) in Voyager has a bit part as Maitre d’ on the holodeck.
The official Star Trek site seems to have dumbed down its navigation and design. Booo!
Half of my comp arrived.
Half of my comp arrived. (‘the broken bit?’ a friend asked) Still waiting for the monitor and keyboard and cables, etc. I will never, ever order a comp over the net again. I’ll go to a *shock horror* shop where I can physically attack the shop assistant.
What, no ‘get well soon,
What, no ‘get well soon, prol’ ? Bah. Nobody loves me.
Prol sick. Ugh.
Prol sick.
Ugh.
I don’t think you could
I don’t think you could get fired for what you say in an on line journal over here (it’s very hard to fire people in this country, we’re well protected). I had an on line journal which upset some people. Never understood why they were reading it anyway, guess they were looking for trouble. But anyway, I wouldn’t have liked what I wrote in it either if it had been about me. I first put a password on it, but I didn’t like that, so I took it down and started a mailing list. Even there I find it hard to write what I really feel. I keep worrying I’ll upset my readers.
All this ‘most posts in
All this ‘most posts in smallest amount of time’ nonsense. Why the haste? How about… fewest posts? 37 minutes.
I just ordered Trophies II, a collection of David Sylvian’s lyrics. I got Trophies I back in the 80s.
The wounds on your hands never seem to heal
I thought all I needed was to believe
Here am I, a lifetime away from you
The blood of Christ, or the beat of my heart
My love wears forbidden colours
My life believes