Absolute c**t of the day

Look at this utter c**nts attempt at parking. This is a hospital car park. When I arrived there were no cars either side of this black VW. It was just there parked across the divide of two disabled spaces.

What ever possesses people to be so inconsiderate? This person needs to appear in an episode of Dexter also. If anyone reading this is either working for the rozzers or DVLA and wants to sneakily give me this c**t of the day's details I will make sure they receive a gammy horses head in the mail forthwith.

I wish I hadn't ask for something to get emotional about now. I've become angry over something relatively unimportant and I have to say, I don't care for it.

Harsh but fair?

Under the category 'harsh but fair" I'd like to propose the beating of people half to death who use the term 'getting on the computer' when they're about use t'internet.

It's usually fat American woman I think who need to buy some gaudy accessory for their cat. 'Do you like Mr Tomkins' new jacket? I thought he needed a new jacket so I got on the computer and it was like here in 24 hours!'

Computers in these peoples' world exist only for t'internet access. Therefore these are exactly the kind people who should not be allowed to own computrons.

They waste hundreds of hours of their grown up children's lives at weekends dragging them away from their families to update their anti-virus software or fix a tediously simple problem.

I just think everything would be easier if these people were left bloodied and fighting for life in a ditch somewhere. Somewhere cold, dark and far far away from www.KittyKlothes.com.

Anyway, now I've got that off my chest...how is everyone?

Bummer

I paid my respects this evening at the passing of Steve Jobs by turning off all my Apple gizmatrons for a minute. I hope you did the same. I tried for three minutes but was worried I might get an email.

We'd all be struggling with Microsoft crap and forever re-booting it if it weren't for Steve. In fact I bet I'd be turning my computron off and back on again right now in a futile attempt to fix some completely random failure if I was still bashing away at a PC.

Tomorrow I will wear a black turtle neck jumper in his honour.

Thumb twiddling

There was a time not so long ago that I would regularly get my knickers in a twist over things I had no control over. Politics for example. Many a day I would seethe with angried up blood because our lives were being controlled by people who desperately needed featuring in an episode of Dexter.

Fortunately, the deeper I've retreated into my cave the less of a toss I give. I give so little of a toss now about anything in fact that I'm finding myself increasingly without anything to seethe about. I miss it. I think. My thumbs are sore from all the twiddling.

I might have accepted that we're all doomed and it's every man woman and child for him her and its self and I might have been forsaken by the football Gods too many times now to feel anything when Arsenal lose to Stoke, but I refuse to accept that I'm essentially dead inside.

For the next few days I'm going to search for something to get emotional about. I'm going to watch some you tube videos of dogs struggling in icey water. That always reduces me to tears. If only Suki and Ling Ling had waited for me. They could have wrestled in jelly to take my mind of all this inner turmoil guff.

Daily Mail in making it up shocker

The Daily Mail jumped the gun a bit tonight in the confusion and just decided Amanda Knox was guilty and even went so far as to make up some quotes from the prosecution.

Apparently they're now on suicide watch. Even for the Mail this is an incredible amount of bullshit.