A new arrival

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I made a little addition to the site yesterday.

Up top, in the menu, you may notice a new item – The Cancer Files.

Basically it’s just a listing of all that I writ on the subject in chronological order. It’s more for my own benefit though anyone can use it should they feel so inclined. My memory is crap these days so I really needed some sort of written timeline of events, not that there are many definable “events” as such – just a long progression.

To be honest, I didn’t realise I had written quite so much, but then I suppose it is the most significant life event to happen since I started here.. It means that the page takes a little time to load, and will presumably take longer as more shit is added. It’s a dynamic page so that’s the way it is.

Maybe it might be of some interest to anyone out there who wants to know how cancer progresses? Maybe it will just be ignored by everyone except myself. So be it.

Make of it what you will.

 

Not 2B

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For quite a while now I have been searching the Interwebs.

I’m looking for a dog. Not just any dog, but a rescue one who needs a grand dry warm loving home. We need one for ourselves to fill the gap left by Penny.

I thought I found one. Or rather she found me. I went into one of the rescue sites and there she was. There was something appealing about her but I just dismissed the idea. Later I did one of my incredibly rare forays into Farcebook and there she was again. The same dog. The same photograph. She was haunting me. Something had to be done.

Yesterday I set things in motion and after a flurry of emails it was agreed I was to meet the dog to see how we got on. All I had to do was phone today to make an appointment. No sweat.

But the time came to make the phonecall. At the time I was in a bad place. I was wracked with pain and breathless. I was in no fit state to look after a dog, let alone a stranger who would require a lot of attention to help her settle in. Bugger! I phoned and cancelled the meeting.

Sorry Joy.

Another day, maybe?

 

Ba-da-dam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam

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Ireland chose its entry for the Eurovision thing last weekend.

Well, that’s not strictly true. A very small group did the choosing out of an abysmal selection.

Over the years the song contest has descended from an actual contest, through comedy and farce. Basically it’s now just a parody of itself annd I don’t know why anyone bothers with it any more. I think the final death knell was when they invited Australia to become part of the European party.

The “song” that was chosen apparently is sung by a Norwegian and composed by a Norwegian so if Ireland wins, Norway takes the prize. There again, some other country may win with an Irish song sung by an Irish singer, so there’s a chance for us yet?

The “song” [and I use the term loosely] is a tribute to Laika who you may remember was the poor unfortunate dog that the Russians launched into space way back when. So now we have an Irish entry of a Norwegian song about a Russian dog. Very Irish. I won;t include a video of the entry as I have too much respect for people’s senses, both audio and visual. Needless to say it involves a lot of people prancing around on stage in front of a wall of visual effects and lasers. However, I will post an extract from the lyrics which I trust will give an indication of the complexity of the composition…….

Bam-bam, ba-da-dam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam
Ba-da-dam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam
Ba-da-dam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam
Ba-da-dam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam
Ba-da-dam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam
Ba-da-dam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam
Ba-da-dam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam


Laika party in the sky, oh
Laika party in the sky, oh
Bam-bam, ba-da-dam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam
Ba-da-dam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam
Ba-da-dam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam
Laika party in the sky (Ba-da-dam-bam-bam-bam—)

It probably has a high chance of winning.

*Sigh*

 

Copy that

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I got a new printer today.

It’s an advance birthday present from Herself. She knew I was pissed off with the old one as I have had it for over twenty years and there were bits missing, bits broken and generally it was a mess. Not unlike myself, I suppose?

Anyway I took delivery and unpacked it. Here we have the Tardis principle in action again – the volume of packaging, plastic and cardboard far exceeds the capacity of the original box. I don’t know how they do it. The floor was covered in stuff.

Then I set about setting it up.

I know a bit about computers. I can partition hard disks, install just about any flavour of operating system and all with my eyes closed and both hands tied behind my back. Easy peasy. But printers……… ?? Fuck!

What is it about printers that they are such a pain in the hole to get printing?

The instructions were pretty useless as they just showed a series of sketches with no mention of how to do such trivial things as inserting ink cartridges. I had to hunt to even find the socket for the power lead.

I finally managed it, but not before I lost my pipe in the chaos.

Maybe next year I’ll get a 3D printer and print off a whole series of pipes?

Anyway… a big thank you to Herself.

My own little Gutenberg.