On the run up to midnight last night , Sky News had someone reporting live in Edinburgh, amongst the crowds of drunken revellers. You can already see where this is going…

First person he interviewed, some old guy, said he came up to Scotland because they know how to celebrate mahogany.

Second person was some woman, totally off-her-tits drunk, screamed that she came up to Scotland to “get pissed”.

Third and final guy was from New Zealand said “Hey, it’s facking cold”.

None of it is on Youtube yet, but I’m keeping my eyes peeled that someone recorded this quality bit of broadcast.

While I remember on, unfortunately, it’s bad news for the webcam on this site, I’m afraid. You may remember that it used to catalogue my entire life for many years. Unfortunately, since I have now upgraded to Windows 7, my Logitech Quickcam 4000 simply will not function on it, which means even though it’s not actually done so for many years, it’s never going to return. And considering that I rarely use this site now for anything remotely “recent”, I can’t see me investing in a Windows 7 compatible model. It’s a bit of a shame. I always trusted Logitech and their “futureproofing”. Unfortunately, it seems that I was wrong to do so. I can’t even get the driver to begin installation, although I did get the “setup” screen by changing a command in the setup.ini file.

While I’m geeking about computers, I might as well make a mention of the newest hard drive in my 1TB commection. I have 4 drives at 1TB. 2 internal ones in daily use, and 2 external ones to back up the internal ones. Buying a new drive was an easy decision for me to make, especially as someone I know lost pretty much his entire life when his hard drive died in his laptop. The trip to Maplin also involved the first trip to the store formally known as the Euro Trade Warehouse, now called usave. Those of you who followed the blog before the mass purge earlier this year will remember some of the classic things that has been purchased by the Percivals, such as the radio toilet roll holder…

You’ll not be surprised to find this still gets regular use, as a toilet roll holder, clock, and radio when somebody is in the bath. Altogether, this was a worthwhile purchase, and one that we have had for over 6 years now. This means, however, that the plastic’s started to turn yellow, which means it doesn’t look as fresh as it once did…

Anyway, back to the other days’ Euro Trade Warehouse usave purchases. I didn’t get that much, to be honest. Instead of coming out with a black binbag full of tat, I came out with a few huge crates to store my tat in, for you see, next week will see the 2010 edition of “Life Laundry”, where I go through the stuff which I’ve hoarded over the years, and bin as much of it as humanly possible. I’ve got plenty of stuff to chose from, and after only an hour at it, I already had a load of stuff landfill-bound. There’s also the fun prospect of actually cataloguing what I’ve got, and which box it’s in for future reference, should I actually need any of it again.

One thing I did avoid buying in Euro Trade Warehouse usave, were these “specialist” knives…

Oh, and while I remember, yes, yes, I know I haven’t updated much. That beast of a thing called “a life” is keeping me away from the computer. You may find I’m a little silent on everything at the moment, even flickr. In fact, that image you see above is only the 6th image (5th photo) I’ve published on there in 2010. In fact, let me know you a little league table of what I’ve done over the years. Here’s a quick rundown on previous years stats…

Jan/Feb 2007, 176 photos.
Jan/Feb 2008, 612.
Jan/Feb 2009, 68.
Jan/Feb 2010, 5.

I blame the weather, I really do.

EDIT: Video deleted. Bloody Youtube.

10 points for naming the game this music comes from. Infinity points if you manage to purge the tune from your mind within 3 days.

EDIT: Right continent, wrong location.

Now, I’ll sit back and get ready to wade through the “That was shite” comments.

I liked it, though.

Idiots.

Unfortunately, as gmail (or googlemail in some parts of the world) grew, other people began to create some similar email addresses to mine, and wouldn’t you know it, they would occasionally get theirs wrong, and I’d end up with an email fromsomeone who I’ve never heard of.

This allowed me to have some fun. Well, I thought it was fun.

Back in November, I got an email from someone called Marie, inviting me to view somebody’s thanksgiving photos on Picasa. I thought I’d inform Marie that I was not the intended recipient.

Marie,
I think you’ll see
That I’m not the addressee
You thought it would be.

I thought that’d be the end of it. No. Two weeks later, another Picasa request, this time inviting me to view photos of a snowstorm. Joy. I declined, but it at least gave me a second chance to be creative…

Marie,
Could This Be
The Second Time I see
A Picasa Request From Thee
And I have to write a rhyme-ee
to Tell you I am not he
Coincidentally, the weather here is snow-ee.
And now I’ll…. drink some tea
As I clearly am running out of rhymes for Marie.

Several days later, I received an apology email, and thankfully, I wouldn’t have to resort to a third set of crap rhyming.

Things went quiet for a few months (apart from instructions on how to “wire” money to, or from someone… couldn’t tell), then I received an email, asking if I knew the directions to a ministry school, and what to expect on the first day…

My response?

Nope.

I never heard back from that one.

Someone called John Percival had given my email address in relation to (if I remember correctly) some type of accident. It was asking for details of “my” accident, and “my” physical condition. I remember going into a full-scale description about accidentally burning toast, using the last two slices of bread, my physical condition about being gutted at the incinerated toast, now slightly hungry, and to top it all off, banging my funny-bone on the door handle on my way back up the stairs.

It was a work of art. Unfortunately, I bottled it, and just replied with a “You have the wrong email address” message, and didn’t think of copying, pasting and saving something which I literally spent an hour on. Grrrrr.

I received one entirely in Spanish, with 2Mb worth of PDFs attached. Clearly not for me. I replied back with “El wrongo email adddresso”. Yes, I really did make that 3D’s typo. Bohh.

Occasionally, they do backfire, when I try to be funny, and the joke is totally lost on the recipient.

I received some more PDFs from someone else that were probably meant to be translated from German to English. My reply was…

I have fed them into the translator. The response was “WTF IS THIS SHITE?”

Admittedly, I was rat-arsed when I sent that. My childish humour backfired when I received an email back saying “Thanks, but what does shite mean?”. I backed out of that one with my tail between my legs, and deleted his email. No response as of yet. He probably didn’t realise he’d got the wrong person, and now thinks someone else is a complete arse. Whoopsy.

Now, the whole reason I came to this subject was an email I received some someone else tonight. For the past few weeks, I’ve been receiving jokes from someone in New Zealand. Now, l originally told the person that they’ve got the wrong person, but the jokes are actually funny, and I don’t mind reading them, so Iwasn’t overly offended when I kept receiving them.

Occasionally, you’d get the odd bit of complete arse…

GUARDIAN ANGEL

Please try to send it to at least 7 of your friends

I don’t *have* 7 friends, but what is odd, is that tomorrow will be Saturday. I’m working nights, so I will be coming back through the gates of MV Towers at approximately 8:23.

Clearly, the last few days haven’t been very exciting, though I did get my hair cut today. It’s gone up from £6 to £6.50.

The timestamp is not measured by dates, it is simply measured from the amount of seconds since January 1st 1970. that’s 1 trillion, 234 billion, 567 million, 890 thousand seconds. 1 billion, 234 million, 567 thousand, 890 seconds And that’s a lot.

EDIT: I was only several hundred billion off the correct amount of seconds.

The exact moment takes place at Friday, Feb 13 23:31:30 2009 UTC. I find it a bit odd that something so geeky takes place on Friday 13th.