Tag Archive: Valentine’s Day


I Survived Humpday

hump-daymorpheusYes, yesterday was Humpday.

Boy that was some damned hump!

It’s downhill all the way to the weekend, which for me starts tomorrow as I have no classes, so my weekend is Friday until Tuesday. My Students leave tomorrow for the USA for a week of meetings.

Have you ever looked at the calendar? Have you ever noticed it goes Monday, Tuesday, then WTF!

I have the jitters. I am worried that my PC is going to implode again whenever I touch it. It’s just an awful nagging feeling that I have after the last two days.

Yesterday, I managed to wind up my old Linux drive. I had tried a few months back and it wouldn’t load but this time after some grunting and forced checking it loaded, so I saved all my data and I now have an empty drive with 500gb.

I am going to format it and reload XP. So the next time my PC goes PHUT, I can just switch drives and start all over again.

The hot is hotter than yesterday already. Judging by the heat outside I guess we’re in for a 45ºC day. Now people, that’s hot, it’s beerworthy. I am not looking forward to having to go to work this afternoon.

postitValentine’s Day is almost upon us.

Waste of time and money in my book, but for those of you guys who are lucky enough to score tomorrow, I urge you, don’t forget your Postit Notes.

They can save a lot of problems.

Damn! I’ve just blogged through the 1pm news again. I hate that. News is a bit like coffee, without the daily dose the day just doesn’t seem to gel.

While I didn’t have the net yesterday, I devoted my time to other pursuits, like CorelDraw and made some things for my other blogs. This is my favourite…

globalshit

…and that is so true!

I have two bottles of beer in the fridge. One is Brahma Export, the other is Bohemia… I’m going to have a beer cocktail with lunch.

Perrier200mlGlDid you hear about the latest Irish cocktail?

  • One part Perrier
  • One part water
  • Garnished with ice…

Yeah, I know, it’s lame.

The rabbit died.

China’s Jade Rabbit died, but they have hopes of revival, after a weak signal was detected.

Quite frankly, I’m not surprised, if the quality of their battery rechargers is anything to go by. The last few years I have bought several, some never worked, some worked for the initial charge and never again. And you only have to look at the quality of their PC hard drives if you want further testimony, how many crashes have you had, how many bad blocks, how much lost personal data? And, they really expected to put something on the Moon that worked.

Must toddle off and think about lunch. Not much in the fridge, an egg, some Brie cheese, some pickled beetroot and some olives. I guess it’s a cheeseboard with and egg on the side, and a beer cocktail. You have to make do.

Later.

 

 

 

Knotted

You’ve probably all heard the expression “Get knotted!” But very few would actually know what it refers to, we certainly didn’t when we used it freely as kids.

One of the neighbours trying to discover the intricacies of our dogs Pexote and Pivete being 'knotted'.

One of the neighbours trying to discover the intricacies of our dogs Pexote and Pivete being ‘knotted’.

It was only at some subsequent time in life that I discovered it referred to the copulation of dogs where the male’s penis gets a knot that ties it to the bitch for some twenty minutes after the act, for what biological purpose I am still at a loss, but I have a vivid imagination, so have never sought to research the idea further.

I raise the subject today for curiosities sake when I read a headline on BBC News “Stuck on youWhy ‘getting stuck’ during sex may not be an urban myth“. I didn’t bother clicking on the link to find out, but it raised the spectre of our liberal use of the saying as kids as a reply to anything from the mundane to the serious disbelief.

valentinecupidValentine’s Day draws nigh.

Another chance to waste your money and feed the corporations.

All these “X” Days are purely commercial bullshit. They are all designed so that you will part with your hard earned money.

Chocolate makers and florists love it.

It raises false hopes in men all over the planet.

I say ban Valentine’s Day.

justinidiotI am worried, there was no headline about the Bieber today.

Mainstream media had to come up with some real news.

Sceptics say that global warming is a myth; explain that to California, they gave literally run out of water. “California’s water agency has announced it may for the first time be unable to deliver water to local agencies, amid a worsening drought.” – BBC News.

“New Jersey Governor Chris Christie knew about the closures of local lanes leading to a busy bridge to New York City while they were happening, a lawyer for a former ally has said.” – BBC News. Christie obviously will make a perfect presidential candidate, he can tell lies.

Super Bowl is over, no more headlines about Super Bowl.

I agree with Crabby Road’s Maxine, a super bowl would be a self-cleaning toilet.

The biggest gaffe of the week is the refusal by British parliamentarians refusing to allow pubs to open late on the opening and closing games of the FIFA World Cup. British pubs close at 11pm, which is the start of both games. In 2010 four million Brits watched the matches in their pubs, not a small number. Idiots, but then they are politicians. Prime Minister David Cameron has put his big-boy boots on and weighed into the fracas. Brownie points there. It might even be enough to get him re-elected.

Weather continues to be hot and dry. At least today is cooler than the previous 40+°C days, but the humidity remains low, 20%, which means lots of water. I have two litre bottles in the fridge being rotated constantly.

It is now more than two weeks since Cloro disappeared. I have despaired of any further hope of his return.

Lunch today, cold left over pizza. It’s too hot to reheat it.

Then a nap; it’s the only sensible thing to do.

Later.

 

 

 

 

I managed to escape

Cupid is Creepy

Cupid is Creepy

Yes, not a single Valentine wish.

I detest Valentines Day, not because I don’t get Valentines, but because it’s a commercial con job.

A nice story hi-jacked by commerce.

Another hot day, I was already sweating at 7am, it never really cooled overnight. Sleep was impossible before 3am, then I got barely 4 hours.

Classes at 4pm, home at 9pm; another exciting day ahead.

I went for a wander round the corner. A hairdresser has appeared on the next corner, so being one to support local enterprise, I thought I would get my hair and beard cut. Closed! Clapped at the gate of the house (Brazilians clap at the gate, generally they don’t have bells) “Sorry, Mom only opens at 2:30.” Hurrrumph! Walk back home. I really need to get my hair cut, it’s getting shaggy and the kids are calling me Papai Noel (Father Christmas) again, so the beard has to go as well. I don’t mind the Papai Noel bit in December, but February is taking commercialism a bit far.

Watered my plants. See my life is so full of excitement. I could wash the dishes, but I don’t want to get overexcited. Oh, and the highlight of the day, I cleaned the BBQ after Tuesday’s affair.

Lixo has the right idea. Sleep on the floor. Maybe I should join him…

Later.

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