Technoconfusion

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Us old folk like routine.

New shit can be bloody confusing but sadly it’s a fact of life.

First thing this morning I discovered there had been a whole series of upgrades to all my websites. Luckily I have a yoke that upgrades them all with just a couple of clicks. I’ll let the owners of said sites work out any changes.

Then the door bell clamoured.

I had been expecting this as I had been on to Sky who provide our satellite service. I was concerned that we were paying rather a lot for the service and wanted to reduce things somewhat. I discovered that by combining a few things I could get more while paying for less. It did involve a call from one of their “engineers”, hence the visitor at the door.

He was foreign. Not only was he foreign but his command of my native language was almost non-existent. He kept asking me questions and I couldn’t understand a fucking thing he was saying. He did his stuff and fucked off leaving a clatter of cardboard boxes littering the place.

Then the next problem started. How to I operate my television. It took a lot of experimenting but I’m sort of getting there. Unfortunately Herself wasn’t so pleased with the new remote control and demanded to use the old one. I gently explained that that wasn’t possible now. That didn’t go down well!

The new system can be voice controlled.

I discovered that doesn’t work too well if you only have half a mouth…..

 

I’m supposed to be taking things easy

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I’m much too busy today to scribble anything.

So far today I have been up on the roof working on the water tank that’s overflowing again. It needs a new ballcock valve but I’m too busy to go and buy one.

i put a new battery in the oil tank transmitter. The gauge has either showed an error or a full tank, which I know is too optimistic. It’s now showing a third of a tank which I know is correct as I measured with a bamboo rod. Maybe the old ways are best?

I bought a new television to add to the collection.

I packed a mountain of groceries which was delivered.

Had long chats with the District Nurse who called. She’s very concerned about me for some reason but was pleasantly surprised at my blooming health She seemed amazed that I wasn’t in screaming agony and prone in my sick bed. She’s very keen for me to have all sorts of aids like more carers and a hospital bed [costing thousands]. I told her that two carers a day was more than sufficient and that I had had enough of hospital beds for a lifetime thanks very much. I don’t like turning down freebies, but fuck it.

I have yet to sort out a problem on one of my web sites which has been annoying me and is proving very difficult to even try to fix.

I also have a couple of emails to write that have been outstanding for a while.

Yes, I’m much too busy to waste time on Rambles.

 

Porn for the kiddies

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Proofreading is important.

A simple typo or misprint can be a little on the embarrassing side.

Mattel ‘deeply regrets’ porn site misprint on Wicked dolls

Indeed. Being the greedy sods that they are, they are trying to flog merchandise before the film is even released. So they package their dolls and ship ’em off to the toy shops.

Unfortunately the packaging for said dolls was shipped with a web address that was supposed to be ‘wickedmovie.com’. What they failed to notice was that the link was printed as ‘wicked.com’. A simple mistake. Unfortunately for them, the latter is indeed a web site but not quite suitable for their target audience of 4 years and up. There again, kids are maturing earlier these days?

I shall not grace the film with my presence. It looks grim.

Wicked.com on the other hand………

 

Yet more elections

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The unavoidable has started here in Ireland.

Once more we have been plunged into a general election.

This election lacks the brash atmosphere of the recent American one but does share an inevitability of the recent British one. There is one significant difference between our one and the British one – in the UK it was inevitable that there would be a change of party and the only question was in the scale of the change, whereas in Ireland the result is already a foregone conclusion.

I sometimes wonder why they bother. The litter the country with their posters as if somehow the photoshopped portrait leering at us from a lamppost is going to convince anyone to vote for them. They wander the countryside in their droves, knocking on doors and generally irritating the population with their false sincerity and promises of all the wonderful things they are going to do for us. How is it that these door-knockers who are so keen for our support won’t darken our doors until the next election? Unless of course we die in which case they will attend at our funeral to show how caring they are. Irish politicians love funerals.

All of this is really a waste of time and effort. I can state without any fear of contradiction that the next gubmint will consist of a coalition of Fianna Fáil and Fine Gael. They only question is which suckers are they going to convince to join to make up the numbers.

Already we have had a typical pre-election budget to curry favour. Now we are going to hear of all the great plans designed to solve all our woes.

There is one question I would like answered.

They promise something that is going to fix the housing crisis or lower the cost of living.

Why didn’t they introduce those measures when they were in power?