Created a Twitter account the other week, as this site now seems to be 'where its at' on the Internet.Although no one I know uses it, i'd heard a lot of people going on about it, including Chris Moyles and Phillip Schofield waffling on about it on Radio 1.
Upon creation of my new account it gave me the option to invite the people from my MSN Messenger. I hate it when sites do this as out of the 80 or so people I have on there I only know about a dozen of them, and only speak regularly to maybe half that dozen.
I skipped inviting everyone I've ever spoken to once on msn and was presented with the next page. This is where it all started to fall down (as if it wasn't doing so before I reached this point!)I put that I was monkeying about on there for the first time, but I was following no one and no one was following me, so my comment seemed to be a bit redundant. How do I go about getting people to follow me or take an active interest on what im doing minute by minute. Maybe I should have invited all the randoms on my msn? I started following Chris Moyles and from looking at his shizzle, I tracked down Schofield and starting monitoring him too.
On a disturbing side note I don't like the fact that Schofield refers to himself as 'Schofe' and seems to update from his pc/phone/anything else that has an internet connection! And as he follows and replys to more people than I do, you only ever get his side of the conversation. It's very confusing and generally pointless.
I got bored after this so I went back to doing one of the other pointless activities i carry out daily to pass my time, and thought nothing else of twitter until the other day. I had an email saying Rod Hull (d.) was following me. This made me laugh out loud and after telling everyone within ear shot that 'The Hull' was following me I logged on to twitter.
I was somewhat disappointed to find that Rod hadn't taken an interest in my status updates from beyond the grave, and was in fact some kind of strange deviant who was writing posts about nurses and mooses. I followed him anyways, just cos I was still feeling like I was missing the point somehow with this website, then made some remark about what I was doing at the time and logged off again.
Since then some of the randoms I never speak to on msn seem to have jumped on the bandwagon as i've had mails saying that im now being followed by them and judging by their lack of commenting on what they are doing, they don't get it either. I've also started following Stephen Fry as every else in the world seems to be doing so, and enjoy reading regular updates about his whale watching escapades :s
I also have some random following me that keeps putting tinyurl links in his comments (I learnt long ago to NEVER click a tinyurl link!!) and some kid who seems desperate to get everyone to follow him and read his inane, banal updates minute by minute over the weekend, (think he has school during the week so his 'Twitting' is limited!)
I dunno, maybe I am missing the point of this website, but I feel the need to write something ridiculous in there like interfering with wombats rather than update my loyal followers with what I am doing at the time. are peoples lives really so empty that they need to monitor what everyone else is doing all the time? Am I really that arsed what somebody who I have no idea who they are is doing at any given moment? Im gonna persevere with it for a little longer before chucking it on the scrapheap with all the other rubbish thats been churned out of the Internet since it's conception :)
Tuesday 24 February 2009
Monday 23 February 2009
Takeaways
So we ordered a takeaway the other week from the Thai restaurant up the road. I'd heard some good reviews about it so we decided to go for it. I ordered a beef penang and some sticky rice, and my girlfriend ordered some minced shizzle in lettuce leaves.
The prices were quite reasonable, and we waited patiently for the delivery man to arrive. (We still carried on watching tv etc, we didn't just sit there waiting. That would be weird)
After about 20 minutes there was a knock on the door, so my girlfriend went to pay the dude and grab the food. Upon opening the door there was the tiniest Thai bloke you could ever imagine, dragging some kind of plastic cool box with food in it behind him. Normally when you order a pizza or something you take the food off the guy at the door and give him the owed monies. But in this case, this little guy was inside the house in a flash. And I mean like 100% inside. Not on the porch or just had a foot in the door so to speak. He plonked his cool box down on the floor and started handing out food like some kind of aid worker.
He was laughing and smiling as he was doing this and telling us how he couldnt find the house and how his wife had given him the wrong directions to get here.
Our place is about a 15 minute walk away from this restaurant and is essentially a straight line from A to B, so how he got lost is a mystery.
He finally finished his cup of tea, put his shoes and coat back on and went and we ate the food, which was very very nice, but I was deeply upset by him coming into the house like he did. He broke some unwritten law that states delivery people should never enter the customers house.
The other week we decided to call out again for food from this place cos it was so good. I was also curious to see if this crazy guy would do it again.
He managed to find the house without getting lost this time which was an improvement, but when I opened the door he was all of a sudden even more in the house than last time. He actually left the hall way area and entered a room. I gave him the money while he was doing his Red Cross bit again and tried to usher him out of the house again.
I think should we ever order from there again, I will have to stand outside the house, hidden away until he arrives. Once he has dropped off the food, I will then produce one of them shepherds crook things and hook him the hell out of our house and boot him back into his car.
I mean honestly, where do people get off just strolling into other peoples houses and stuff... Just give me the food and go. Don't come in and start saying how cold it is, and how nice and warm it is in OUR house. Jesus Christ.
The prices were quite reasonable, and we waited patiently for the delivery man to arrive. (We still carried on watching tv etc, we didn't just sit there waiting. That would be weird)
After about 20 minutes there was a knock on the door, so my girlfriend went to pay the dude and grab the food. Upon opening the door there was the tiniest Thai bloke you could ever imagine, dragging some kind of plastic cool box with food in it behind him. Normally when you order a pizza or something you take the food off the guy at the door and give him the owed monies. But in this case, this little guy was inside the house in a flash. And I mean like 100% inside. Not on the porch or just had a foot in the door so to speak. He plonked his cool box down on the floor and started handing out food like some kind of aid worker.
He was laughing and smiling as he was doing this and telling us how he couldnt find the house and how his wife had given him the wrong directions to get here.
Our place is about a 15 minute walk away from this restaurant and is essentially a straight line from A to B, so how he got lost is a mystery.
He finally finished his cup of tea, put his shoes and coat back on and went and we ate the food, which was very very nice, but I was deeply upset by him coming into the house like he did. He broke some unwritten law that states delivery people should never enter the customers house.
The other week we decided to call out again for food from this place cos it was so good. I was also curious to see if this crazy guy would do it again.
He managed to find the house without getting lost this time which was an improvement, but when I opened the door he was all of a sudden even more in the house than last time. He actually left the hall way area and entered a room. I gave him the money while he was doing his Red Cross bit again and tried to usher him out of the house again.
I think should we ever order from there again, I will have to stand outside the house, hidden away until he arrives. Once he has dropped off the food, I will then produce one of them shepherds crook things and hook him the hell out of our house and boot him back into his car.
I mean honestly, where do people get off just strolling into other peoples houses and stuff... Just give me the food and go. Don't come in and start saying how cold it is, and how nice and warm it is in OUR house. Jesus Christ.
Lungfish
We'd decided to visit Chester Zoo. While there I encountered numerous comical and undoubtedly enjoyable beasts, including a plethora of primates and various styles of dromedary.
Then we reached the aquarium. This is where the day took a sour turn for the worse. While there were a number of interesting creatures within this building, the last tank contained the monstrosity mentioned above.
The Lungfish. A fish with no real fins in which to help it swim and can apparently drown due to its 'rudimentary' lungs. It was about two foot long and looked like a motionless piece of sewer shit with eyes on it. They can apparently survive on land for a short time should the waters receded, long enough for them to 'walk' on their fin-legs to the next brackish, stagnant oasis in which they seem to make their homes. BUT! They will drown if they remain in places like this for too long as their is not enough oxygen within these pools of filth for them to 'breathe'.
I had and still have several issues with this.
The stupid animal has managed to evolve rudimentary lungs in which to help it maintain it's fucked up, inconsistent, land/water daily habits. It needs to make it's mind up and realise that if it's to evolve the necessary equipment in which to live on land, then it may also have been a brainwave to evolve proper legs to allow it to move about on it, and not run the risk of suffocating.
Instead of this it has shit stumpy fin things, that from what I could see, only inhibits movements whilst underwater and prevents correct and timely motion whilst on land. It's some kind of massive, fucked up fishtard.
I left the aquarium once again feeling angry and confused. My delight of seeing a mini turtle and slight repulsion of seeing fish with no eyes (another story) had been replaced by anger and disgust.
It's another reason chalked up on the reasons not to believe in God board as far as i'm concerned. Along with wasps on slugs. What God would create things like this? What God would allow such a hideous, pointless, turgid mess to exist?
It's crooked and it stinks.
Then we reached the aquarium. This is where the day took a sour turn for the worse. While there were a number of interesting creatures within this building, the last tank contained the monstrosity mentioned above.
The Lungfish. A fish with no real fins in which to help it swim and can apparently drown due to its 'rudimentary' lungs. It was about two foot long and looked like a motionless piece of sewer shit with eyes on it. They can apparently survive on land for a short time should the waters receded, long enough for them to 'walk' on their fin-legs to the next brackish, stagnant oasis in which they seem to make their homes. BUT! They will drown if they remain in places like this for too long as their is not enough oxygen within these pools of filth for them to 'breathe'.
I had and still have several issues with this.
The stupid animal has managed to evolve rudimentary lungs in which to help it maintain it's fucked up, inconsistent, land/water daily habits. It needs to make it's mind up and realise that if it's to evolve the necessary equipment in which to live on land, then it may also have been a brainwave to evolve proper legs to allow it to move about on it, and not run the risk of suffocating.
Instead of this it has shit stumpy fin things, that from what I could see, only inhibits movements whilst underwater and prevents correct and timely motion whilst on land. It's some kind of massive, fucked up fishtard.
I left the aquarium once again feeling angry and confused. My delight of seeing a mini turtle and slight repulsion of seeing fish with no eyes (another story) had been replaced by anger and disgust.
It's another reason chalked up on the reasons not to believe in God board as far as i'm concerned. Along with wasps on slugs. What God would create things like this? What God would allow such a hideous, pointless, turgid mess to exist?
It's crooked and it stinks.
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