Right it's time to start this blogging lark again - get back on the horse and all that.. news is I'm living in London now, real plush place.You can check it out here. Have to find some where else soon though.
News of the Day:
Intel (i have a problem with them- shower of gits) abandons plans for world streaming domination..I'm saying nattin' get the skinny here. http://news.cnet.com/news/0-1003-200-4811597.html?tag=mn_hd And Microsoft XP gets more hype as the duplo lookin skin is unveiled -sorta, i'll post screens when beta 2 leaks on to the usual sites, but have to say looks as if it was designed on etch-o-sketch and colored by a kid with new markers -you kow the kind you spend ages arranging in rainbow order..For now have a look at Microsoft's propaganda. http://www.microsoft.com/windowsxp/
Joke of the Day:
How do you titillate an ocelot?
Oscillate it's tits a lot.
11:22:41 AM
Tuesday, November 14, 2000
One day two young boys were walking home from school when they noticed a homeless man yelling cursing. Upon hearing this the two children decided that they would learn to cuss. They each choose one word and decided they would say it the next day.
The next morning when the boys' mother asked them what kind of cerial they wanted, the oldest looked at her and said "Ah hell, give me some Cherios." The mother turned around and backhanded him off his chair. Then the mother asked the youngest what he wanted and he said. "I dont know, but you can bet your ass it wont be Cherios!" 3:17:51 PM
Tuesday, October 10, 2000
An elderly man lay dying in his bed.
In death's agony, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite chocolate chip cookies
wafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.
With laboured breath, he leaned against the doorframe, gazing into the kitchen.
Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven:
there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favourite chocolate chip cookies.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man????
Mustering one great final effort, he
threw himself toward the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture.
His parched lips parted: the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life.
The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife ......?
"Bog off" she said, "they're for the funeral."
.For now have a look at Microsoft's propaganda.
