Routine

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Life here is anything but dull.

Unfortunately to the outside world it would seem dull and tedious in the extreme, so if I wrote about my daily routines you would all fall asleep within seconds. 

You see, the daily goings on is pretty much the same every day so I would be able to write it once and on subsequent days just write Ditto ad nauseam.  Therefore I am somewhat reliant on the goings on in the outside world, but not much seems to be happening there either.

So with one thing and another, I find topics for rambles somewhat lacking these days.  It is difficult when one has an urge to write but fuck all to write about.

On thing I did come across was a wee video which one or two of my UK readers may find amusing?



I should never have started

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I had to visit the eye clinic yesterday.

Nothing new there.  I didn’t get lost and my eyes are fine.  I just have to keep taking the drops [fuck!] and have two new appointments to return in six months and a year.  It’s nice that they are confident I will still be around then?

Anyways on the journey I had the SatNav running.  It’s mainly used for keeping an accurate speed check and also as a hands-free for my phone.  I think I know my way by now.

A minute into my journey a notice obliterated my screen saying some software badly needed updating.  No surprise there as I hadn’t updated it in ages.  I got rid of the notice and carried on.  So today I decided to update the software.

I should have known better.

Now Garmin, in their infinite wisdom only support Windoze or Mac.  Also they throttle their connections so any downloads are at dial-up speeds.  Because I don’t want to tie this machine up for 24 hours [or more] I decided to use my old stand-by emergency machine – a Packard Bell – which has a dead keyboard and battery.

I fired it up.  First problem.  No operating system.  Fuck!

I removed it from under the junk in the back room and set it up in the comfort of my armchair.

I fired it up.  It actually booted up this time so I told it to run Windoze.  It happily loaded Windoze 7 so I told the browser to connect to Garmin.  No Interweb connection.  Fuck!

I decided to connect it to the Interweb using cable as the wireless seemed a bit iffy.  I had to do some tweaks to the settings [I hadn’t used it since I got fibre] but it connected.

Of course all this time I was having to kill little notices telling me that this that or the other was outdated and offering to update everything.  Fucking irritating.  I closed them all.

I opened the Garmin site.  My password wouldn’t work!  I managed to reset that and got into their back-end site where I get updates and all that malarkey.  They told me I needed to download their software so the SatNav could talk to their server.  This is the stage that can’t be done in Linux, the bastards.  I downloaded it

I ran their little program.  It failed but gave no reason whatsoever.  I downloaded it again just to be sure.  Same result.  It will not run for love nor money and still gives no reason.

I decided that maybe Windoze wasn’t quite up to date enough for it and maybe there was one of those Service Pack fuckers missing.  I went into Windoze Update.  43 updates and God knows how many gigabytes.  Fuck!

I decided to install them anyway as at least I can leave the old machine to run along in the background.

It’s sitting there.  “Downloading 43 Updates (0 KB total, 0% complete)”.  It is doing sweet fuck all apart from a little green slidey thing showing me a progress that doesn’t exist.

God I hate Windoze!

News from the padded cell

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I have to admit I love all this modern political correctness.

People are now trawling every archive they can find in the hopes of finding something that isn’t “inclusive”, “insulting” or just generally Politically Incorrect.  I mean we mustn’t offend absolutely anyone [or anything, for the gender deniers].

The latest is an attack on a couple of “festive songs”, namely A Fairytale of New York and Baby It’s Cold Outside.  Apparently the former is homophobic and the latter is none other than a “rape anthem”.  Whoda thunk it?  Now I’m not a fan of either song but am reasonably familiar with them [who isn’t when the fucking things are played incessantly?] and it would never cross my mind that anyone could be offended by either, except maybe the more musical amongst us who object to Shane McGowan singing as if he’s pissed out of his skull, which he probably was.

However we live in a world where the touchy feely snowflakes amongst us can and will be offended at the slightest imagined slight.

We are even reaching the stage where even animals and birds are affected.  PETA [God bless their little brains of insanity] are complaining about the implied cruelty to wild life with our common phrases and are kind enough to provide us with  alternatives to our little off the cuff remarks.

[Thanks Ian]

I cannot help but wonder what will happen when they get around to dissecting religion.  Will Hail Mary become an anthem for nonconsentual sex?  It appears that nothing is sacred in this absurd new reality.

I will leave the last word to Waterford Whispers –

Manhunt For Crazed Killer Called Off After Phrase ‘Manhunt’ Found To Be Sexist

That was the week that was

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It has been a bad week for this here site.

It has been one of those weeks where I never seemed to have time for anything, let alone scribbling nonsense.  On top of that the news has been somewhat unnewsworthy.  So the British political system is spectacularly imploding?  What’s new about that?  Trump is pissing off the Chinese?  What’s new about that?  The Irish health system is revealing more cases of people dying because of their gross inefficiencies?  What’s new about that?  Warble Gloaming is going to kill everyone and everything in the next few years?  Definitely old news rehashed.

On the home front I never seem to have time for anything these days.  There have been appointments and deliveries and several trips out so each day ends with my being too fucking knackered to do anything.  The only remarkable event was the moment Herself read my previous post and laughed.  This was remarkable on two fronts – she never reads anything I write and if she does she never laughs.  Usually I get a verbal rap on the knuckles for being unkind or rude or something on those lines.

I have a feeling that today isn’t going to end well either.  There is a new version of WordPress coming out today [supposedly] so I can expect a load of mails from clients asking what the fuck is going on and how do they work that damned Gutenberg editor.  We shall wait and see,

Tomorrow I have an appointment with the Eye Ball Doctor which means an early trip to the hospital.  So tomorrow is going to be somewhat disrupted too.  Herself had made an appointment in the same hospital for tomorrow afternoon but I managed to persuade her to change that until Monday.  I’m damned if I’m going to drive up to the city twice in one day.  [The only other alternative was to do just one trip and sit around the hospital for a few hours.  An idea that didn’t exactly make me squirm with anticipation.]

My Christmas decorations are up too.  Well, actually there is nothing remarkable about that – I never bothered taking them down so they have been up all year.

I like to think ahead.



I did it my way

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Our older generation is drinking too much and avoiding doing exercise.

So fucking what?

We are indeed the older generation and therefore entitled to make up our own minds what we drink and how much exercise we take.  So some little cunt somewhere decides we are not abiding by her rules and we are all therefore to be chastised.  Who is she to order around her elders and betters?

I have a very simple rule about the amount I drink.  If I have had enough, I fall over.  It’s as simple as that.  If I want to drink myself into oblivion every night that is entirely my choice and no one else’s business and certainly not the business of some little do-gooder who reckons she knows more about me than I do.

Again, if I choose to drive to the village instead of walking that is entirely my privilege and my choice.  I don’t “avoid” exercise like some naughty little schoolboy avoiding homework and frankly that one word “avoiding” boils my piss – it is the word of an authoritarian who is claiming that I am not conforming to her rules.  She can shove that right up her arse and set fire to it.

The very fact that we are elderly, and therefore presumably not dead, shows that we have managed to look after ourselves until now.  We lived through a time where smoking was perfectly normal, where pints were consumed on a regular basis and the Bully State hadn’t been invented, yet we are all still alive and most of us are well.  We didn’t need someone to nag us into some “preferred” way of living and we did just fine.

Another word the dear professor can stick up her hole is “recommended”.  She can recommend all she likes but if I want to bury my dinner in salt and stiffen up my tea with sugar that is my business.  I have never taken any heed of “recommended levels” and I have absolutely zero intention of starting now. 

I intend to end my days enjoying myself.  One of my greatest ambitions now is to avoid some kind of old folks’ home where I am tranquillised and stuck in a corner to quietly dribble, drool and piss in my pants until my time comes.  If there was any chance of that looming I would much prefer to take a quick one-way trip to Switzerland thank you very much.

One way or another, I am never going to conform to their rules.

My body: my rules.