pleasantness

Had a most pleasant time yesterday, sent a quicktime to the client at 2pm, she called and told me to go home because the man who says yes was out of the office until tomorrow... bought myself some wall brackets for the speakers and a pair of sunglasses.

Installed the speakers and they sound fantastic now- much better than when they were stuffed into the bookcase. The sound is cleaner with much better separation, all my remaining music sounds good now, which is important considering that the burglars only left my crappiest CDs. (Snap, George michael, Marco Zaffarano, strawpeople etc...) MC Turbo B shredding his way through "oops up" needs all the help he can get...

Had pizza and a nice bottle of wine with Mr S and then, of course, dessert ;-) yum yum...

Special K update- received a sad message from Kenny too "im sorry, i was drunk and lonely and jealous of the amount of time you and M spend together" .... I get drunk and I get lonely but i dont tell my friends to "FUK OFF YOU CUNTS.OK" I suggested to Kenny that he might find professional help quite rewarding, and that he had good friends who could help him but he drove them away... Im a sad case arent I? Someone tells me to FUK OFF and hopes I catch HIV and I'm still concerned about their wellbeing...

*sigh*

ph33r my r3tarD 5ki[[z (in the 3rd person for shame's sake)

Growler had debxena laughing hysterically last night thanks to an unfortunate and quite retarded incident... he's bought this new laptop, see, and it comes with the Ugliest Bag In The World (tm). Its a laptop bag and as such it has pockets for pens, cellphones, papers, the lot- it has so many pockets theres no room left for stuff.

So Growler heads out to the funky shops where hip DJ dudes go and buys a very cool record bag- a big square manbag with a tasty grey/black camo print on the outside. Its purrfect for the laptop and has enough room left over for clothes when he goes away (he travels very light). The only problem being that it's not padded- which isnt a problem as he has the industrial sewing machine and can quite easily remove the lining, add some padding, and sew the lining back in.

So Growler sits down with the bag and oh-so-carefully slits the lining. Wow! this bag is lined with the same flash camo material as the outer, only its inside-out. And behind the lining is- the floor?!?!?

Yes, what Growler failed to notice was that the back of this bag is not, in fact, lined at all, and he's just cut right through the bag. The bag has openings at both ends now- its not a bag, its a rectangular tube. An EXPENSIVE rectangular tube.

it's all fixed now, 20 minutes this morning with some vinyl binding and the sewing machine has restored teh bag's integrity, although it sports a stylish vinyl stripe across the back...

Happy Birthday to BigTaz..

Just had lunch with BigTaz, its his birthday and I gave him a terribly practical gift and a card with a stripey watering can on it- I'm having a weird day, okay? :-) anyway HAPPY BIRTHDAY big guy. It was good to catch up too, he told me all about his birthday present to himself (and trust me, its definitely TMI time here, except to say that my mate Nick in Oz was the inspiration...) He reckons he's giving up the pot, cold turkey, starting midnight tonight and so is his friend Rachel. I think THAT is probably the best birthday gift he can give himself, and wont leave him unable to sit properly either. Oops!!

Scooter

I just got back from a two hour ride on the scooter- through the dark and around the city, just riding for the fun of it. I saw 3 accidents with ambulances and police attending, almost ran over 4 dumb pedestrians, followed 8 randomly swerving taxis, and ate 22 bugs. (its night-time and they LOVE the headlamp) I also used a whole tank of gas, 3.5 litres oh my!!

The scooter ran like a dream- I havent ridden it much since my jacket got stolen (I dont like the thought of shredding my arms should I fall off) and it took 4 kicks to get it started, but once it fired up it settled into a nice even tickover. A hint of four-stroking as I drove up the driveway and that was all. Clearly it appreciated being taken for a nice long run.

My shoulders are a bit sore, and my feet are still buzzing from the trademark Vespa vibro-massage, but im feeling fantastic- riding a good-handling little bike is such fun, and the Vespa 90 is one of the best handling classic scooters ever made. Turn-in is crisp and immediate, the short wheelbase and aggressive steering rake suit the grippy modern tyres I have on it. The suspension, being completely rebuilt, is fluid yet precise, which is pretty important on a small bike- small bikes being a bit sensitive to rough roads. The only niggle is that the front suspension compresses dramatically under braking (the short swinging arm is pivoted at the wrong end in my opinion) and Ive had to make a progressive polyurethane bump-stop to stop it bottoming out suddenly. But once you get used to it its not too bad I guess, you just learn not to brake too suddenly...

happy happy me :-)