Be Excellent To Each Other

I'm not sure I want to play the game, but I've just rewatched the trailer a couple of times

That was freakin' awesomesauce.

I interviewed Tom Fulp once for a crappy website. He was a nice bloke.

This is on TV right now.

In Australia! AMIRITE!? Ho ho. Merry Christmas all.

*shoots self*

The police have shut off the road and a helicopter just landed. Judging by the ambulance bouncing up and down it isn't looking great for someone in the 3 car crash.

It's around this time of year that I am constantly reminded that I really suck at wrapping.

last day of work until 5th.
bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored

Lucky you - I'm in until the 24th and then back in on the 2nd :-(

Lucky you - I'm in until the 24th and then back in on the 29th :-(

Working over Christmas is great, you loons. The commute is better, you get to have long lunches and leave early, less people bother you, and you get to play Quake 2 at lunchtime.

Some of those might just be me.

I don't mind it too much either, it's even better if you book some time off in early January when everyone at work is miserable as fuck.

Take that, losers.

This is the first year I've done it and I have to say I'm loving it.

work is closed between Christmas and the 5th, so fuck working!

I break up on Christmas Eve, so have christmas day off, and then through to the 29th, but I'm pretty much teh luckiest inmy team as most people are in one or two days in that same span of time.

It's a really nerve-wracking time of year for me. I wish I was bored, but with reduced deliveries and certain product sales that sky-rocket I hve put a LOT of stock outthere and I am therefore now just tryingt o hold my nerve with my calculations. The numbers look scary, so it's kind of do or die. I wish I could relax a little but it is nervy!

In tomorrow then back on 2nd

It's OK. I am eating crisps (Guiness flavoured) and wine gums.

I'm imagining that it is actually Guinness and wine.

i wish i were drunk.

I have made a round of coffees and eaten two Curly Wurlys.

Stress has never been so dull.

It's just waiting, now.

Seeing as how myp doesn't care about grammar any more...

fewer

What does a nosy pepper do?

That's because you've stolen his cheese.

Is it true an apple a day keeps the doctor away; or is it just one of Granny's myths?

Sorry, I meant lesser.

Haha.

It's been hard getting over my Hokey Cokey addiction but I've turned myself around and that's what its all about

The undertaker had a devil of a time getting the writer of the Hokey Cokey into his coffin when he died, apparently.

So people still bother you, they're just less important.

Fuck sake. Ten minutes on the phone with my dad trying to understand a computer problem he was having which resulted in my not even understanding what the fuck he was looking at. Got him to summon my sister to explain that the entire desktop was rotated 90 degress so the old Ctrl + Alt + arrow key sorted it in a few seconds. Awesome. Except that then she casually mentions he's been moaning about some programme called Reg Clean Pro popping up to annoying him so now, in 2014, I have a fucking malware infestation to sort out. I genuinely haven't had to deal with this nonsense since 2005! I even know where it's come from; he watches lots of football matches on shady as fuck sport streaming sites which are an absolute abomination of adverts and pop-ups so I doubt this is the last time I'll be dealing with this nonsense.

Also myp is now going to fucking pop up to smug at me, just to make the whole thing worse.

Sandboxie

And Teamviewer.

And Xhamster.

And on and on and on and on and on.

Ariston

I was going to say two things, but they already appear to have been covered by these posts:

Yeah, this is what I'm thinking about. Most of the reason for the computer existing is for my dad to be able to watch illegal football streams so I can't dam that flow (and I don't really want to; it's one of his few pleasures in life, the poor bastard) and the alternative is a way for him to click the wrong thing and not utterly destroy the machine in question. I shall investigate Sandboxie and probably be back with questions.

Ahahah! Even I've got Sandboxie! In your face! BAMMM!

(Keeps fucking up a bit with Windows 8, though, needing a restart)

Sandboxie exists for people who know how to computer, purely so they can limit the damage of their elderly relatives who have no idea how to computer. By gleefully declaring the fact that you 'have Sandboxie' you're voluntarily placing yourself in the latter category. You're being managed. Because you can't be trusted. Probably not something to crow about there. I'm just saying.

I just googled proxy Sandboxie, cause I'm totes A-Maze.

Note: I'm really fucking drunk right now, and that was supposed to be funny and familiar and all that good stuff. So if it's at all offensive or just crap I apologise. :-)

You are totes A-Maze.

I love you man.

I'm really drunk. Did I mention that? I'm not sure I did.

Where's my love, motherfucker?

It's right here: I fucking love you man. Serious. The next time I make it down to That London if you and Craster won't be there to greet me in a pub somewhere I'll genuinely be very upset.

Obvs.

Or... DID SHIT JUST GET REAL IN HERE!?