Whodunit?!

There are some of you who want me to chuck away my ancient half-dead computer because it "doesn't look good in the living room". Others are crazy heroic and offered to buy me a new computer.
So you two are my main suspects.
Which of you caused my PC to die this time?
And why now?
And what do you suppose I do about it? Eh?!

This also seems to be a yearly thing: lookie here at some old posts. I think my PC hibernates every autumn.

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Quote

Madscot about "Stephen Fry: the secret life of the manic depressive" (Tuesday, 10pm, BBC2):

" I can't help a wry smile that the BBC are showing a programme on bipolar disorder in two parts. That's the Beeb for you."

(it was a very good programme - though I'll never get over American psychiatrists diagnosing 8-year-olds with manic depression and stuffing them full of medication)

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She did it

The Girlfriend switched our living and dining "area" around. (I hate it when people talk about "areas" to talk about their house, don't you? This is our "computer area", this is the "bedroom area", honestly!) I'm being autistic but trying to get used to it. It might not be as bad as I thought (read: "it might be nice"), despite the fact that my ancient PC is now even more the centre of attention. I also want everything to be "just right" as soon as possible, so a new visit to Ikea is looming.
Money! I need money! Help!

In work news, as I was talking to one of my "clients" today she mentioned some trouble with the neighbour. Not only was there trouble, he was also "one of those... who like the other kind, you know". Erm... No? "well you know, the way he talks, he's from the other side".
Oooh... oooh right.
"Of course he has to live right next to me! I mean, not that I mind... you know... they're usually very helpful, they are..."

Oh sweetie, if only you knew!

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Homo Adidas - of traumas and erm... adidas

Anyone else read Midas Dekker's interview in Humo?
He basically says everything I used to say about sports, only much less witty (of course). About sports being pointless, unhealthy, everything. Of course -like me- the man was also traumatised by PE lessons in school.
The horrid uniforms, that smell of sweat and fear (my own), the sadistic teachers who didn't seem to understand that "no, I'm sorry, I just can't touch my feet with my legs straight, it's not that I'm lazy, I just can't bloody reach that far" and kept pushing me on my back to see if I didn't get any further (I didn't). Actual sports was fine: basketball, volleyball, badminton... I didn't mind it, I actually quite liked it (well, except for volleyball, which seemed like a fancy S&M game to me... bruised wrists! Ouch!), but gymnastics... *shudder*... oh no.

I had and still have a huge fear of the torture equipment they used: "jump over the vaulting horse with your arms in between your legs". "What??" "There's a trampoline". A Trampoline? Yeah, one that didn't help one fucking bit! And why should I jump over it when I can just go around? Honestly! What if my leg gets caught on the contraption and I fall arse over tit with that Thing on top of me? Who's gonna pay for my funeral?
And standing on your hands! I'm sorry, whatever for? In case my legs are cut off and I can't afford a wheelchair? Whenever my pelvis was over my head my arms just gave way and I fell over. I don't know why, but I did. And then some bloody overzealous PE-intern wanted us to do handstands on some kind of ladder. "Don't worry, there's a mat on the floor". Yeah sure, did you ever take a good look at those mats?! They were about 1 centimetre high! Fat lot of good that would do to prevent me cracking my skull.

Oh no, it's safe to say that PE was one of the reasons I detested secondary school and why I never ventured far into the world of physical exercise.
But despite what Midas Dekkers says, I think I'll keep doing my "Start to Run" programme. It's quite nice actually. And yeah, I do look ridiculous, huffing and puffing in my unbranded sportswear, but hey, I'm sure it's good for something. Right, Midas? No...?

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Do nothing...

Let me tell you, holidays are all good and well, but they kinda suck when your Other Half is at work. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a part of a Siamese Twin, I enjoy the occasional time alone, but I dislike doing nothing on my own. Being lazy with two is fine, I love an afternoon of hanging in front of the tv or the pc. But lazy on my own? Yikes... The Girlfriend forbade me to do any extravagant housework (thank god) and sitting at home on my own seems to reinforce some kind of agoraphobia.

So far I've doodled about on The Sweetie's Nintendo DS, fed the cats (who are on a diet again and getting scarier each day...), looked for slash but found none, looked up a Project Runway spoiler and put in the washing.
Now what...

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Hmz

How come that when I throw The Girlfriend a Surprise Superhero party, I end up with a completely changed house (my living room is now my dining room!), a Girlfriend who wants to make the changes permanent (my autistic nature! Help!), a Google toolbar on my pc (eh?!), mammoth hairs all over the floor and three exhausted cats?!

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And when the rain begins to fall!

Evaluation went well, and now it's time for my week off!
Yay!

I should start my week off my cleaning and trying to get rid off this splitting headache that's been plaguing me since right after my evaluation (stress overload?), but I really don't feel like it. To say it like Gerard Joling would "I really have no strength for this".

I think I'll settle for a night of gate-crashing at Occie and Spike's, watching "Who wants to be a superhero" (website contains spoilers) or "Gordon & Joling over de vloer". The last thing is a Dutch version of "The Simple Life", which I never watched because who gives a toss about two rich ugly skanks (Did I sound believable using the word "skank"? No? Oh well, I tried). But this... oh, this is much better.
They replaced the Rich Ugly Skanks with Righ Ugly Poofs! Both over the top singers, very famous with old ladies and those less intelligent, and both very, very very camp. From the theme song, a Dutch version of "When the Rain begins to fall", to the inevitable rudeness and sexual innuendo I'm torn between wetting my pants with laughter and cringing with shame. Fan-tas-tic.

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ah, nearly there

I've got a day off tomorrow. Wahey and Woohoo!
Of course, it being The Girlfriend's birthday, it means she will boss me about and tell me what to do, demanding presents in between.

The day after tomorrow I have my first evaluation at work. Yikes. I hope they won't chuck things in my face they never told me...

I have no plans for the week-end. None whatsoever *glares at The Girlfriend*.
And after the weekend I have the whole week off the madness that is work!
No Crazy Mums in my car (not even my own)! No kids not getting to school or demanding money! No people angry at me because their electricity provider will cut them off after they've refused to pay their bills for a year! No drunks moaning or shouting at me! No reports! No co-workers!!

Aaaaaaaah, bliss.

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