Divine Miscontent

Wow. It seems my occasional senseless mumblings have now been reduced to a mere bi-monthly incoherent stutter. Anywayz, there’s nothing to report. I’m alive. Woopie-doop. Just trying to figure out what’s going on with this blog. Yes Misha , what gives? I’m still soothing my bleeding, calloused and blistered fingers from having to scroll down for five minutes to encounter any form of text. I feel like some great pioneer…Eureeka! Text! I. FOUND. TEXT!!! I think I need a project. Like join a knitting club or somethin. Not that I feel bored in my little house with the occasional er…sleepover guest, but its always good to have a temporary escape from my egocentric universe. I don’t have a TV…long story…so I got a 3000-piece puzzle. Jesus. WTF was I thinking? its 30% sky! But you can only do a puzzle for so long before you need to go out and strike up a conversation with the neighbour’s cat because you are so deprived of any form of social contact. I’m considering splashing out on an Xbox an...

I’ve been sick as a dog for the last couple of days. Sick as a dog ? I won’t even pretend to understand the English language. Speaking of the English language, who the hell knows how to use a semi-colon properly? You want to end the sentence ; but you don’t ; so you just shove it ; somewhere? Anyhow, back to my affliction: Spent the last two days lying in bed having K wait on me (erm, no, didn’t actually deliver the whole “its not you, its me” break-up speech I’ve been formulating – YET). I’m supposed to pick up the results of my blood test today and find out exactly what’s wrong with me. Could be a cold or the flu or cholera or Tuberculosis or the on-set of AIDS or... Hmm, maybe I should just wait for my results. I have a feeling it might have something to do with the four bloated mosquitoes I killed this morning flying around lazily, slower than usual since they were stuffed with my blood. I killed them, if for nothing else, just to wipe the smirk on their bloodied faces. I probab...

I had an awesome weekend. You know, one of those filled with lots and lots of…how do I keep this PG….erm, candy . It all started when I invited a certain miss K over for dinner on Friday night. Next thing we knew, it was Sunday afternoon and we were having breakfast in bed. I’m sitting in my office now grinning like an idiot consumed by thoughts of what went down (literally) last weekend. I need to purse my lips in a monumental display of self-restraint to avoid going into an explicit narrative every time someone asks me how my weekend was. She's at least at least 6 years younger than me (or I?), but what a cutie. She’s hilarious, a major plus in my book; an insatiable hot-blooded tigress. It's not all roses though. There’s just one itsy bitsy problem I conveniently ignored the whole weekend. To me, this is all just an entertaining anecdote to, for the most part, a lacklustre week. But it was obvious from the heart dangling off her sleeve, she wants more. She looks and acts yo...

I've had this PII for like what, 7 years now? Works great, no problemo. I don't tinkle with it, I don't buy new components, just threw in a CD writer extra RAM and then just let it be. It’s old and wheezes a little bit, but still keeps on chugging along just fine. But guys? Nooooooo. You're always upgrading something or other. Off fixin' some part that is clearly not broken, or just opening it up for the hell of it. You all think you were born mechanics or electrical engineers. Case in point, my kid brother has had my computer for all of 4 days, but then yesterday he calls to tell me that out of the blue it just went ‘poof’ and died. It went poof? Uh-huh. What do you mean it went poof? Huh? That’s the sound it made. I was trying to replace the fan unit. And this is because....? I was trying to fix the wheezing. Gee, thanks. You sure fixed it alright. Consider yourself banned from the vicinity of my PC. Twat. *edited to add:* I apologise for my abuse of the word ...