Archive for March, 2008

Hypocritic Oath

March 26th, 2008

I went to the doctor this morning.

There’s nothing wrong with me, but at my age it pays to stay well in with the medical gang.

"How are you feeling," he asked.

"Fine," says I.

"Sleeping well?"

"Never better."

"Are you drinking much these days?"

"Ah! You know how it is?"

"I do indeed.  Are you still smoking the pipe?"

"Of course."

"How much do you smoke?"

"About the same as I always did.  No more. No less."

"Ah!"

"Jayzus! You’re not going to start any of this crap about giving up are you?"

"No. But…….."

"But what?  Spit it out man."

"I left my matches in the car.  Would you have a light?"

Grandad brings Irish Blogging into disrepute

March 25th, 2008

I was browsing around my Reader this morning and what do I see? 

I see Damien Mulley telling the world that "Grandad is bringing Irish blogging into disrepute."

Now, if anyone else said this, I wouldn’t turn a hair, but Damien?  I must have done something really bad.

Have I been walking around with my zip undone again?

Has that little incident behind the Alexander Hotel at the Awards night come to light?

Had I misspelled something on my site?

I was worried, so I followed the link

Oh dear.  I have really upset Jenny.

Now, I don’t know who is the more confused – Jenny or me?  Because I wrote about things like Christmas being called Winter Holiday in case people might be offended.  She replied by saying [and I quote] "So, Grandad, I’m for the removal of all pensions and all health care and housing for old people".  That is where my confusion started, but I think she was confused long before then.  She is also writing about "baa baa black sheep, black coffee and personhole covers".  She really is confused, because I never said anything about them. 

The only areas where I may have given her cause for concern [if she had read my post properly in the first place] were my mention of goliwogs and foremen.

When I wrote about golliwogs, I was referring to little toy dolls.  Fifty years ago, they were common in toy shops.  The strange thing is that I don’t think they offended anyone.  They were just little rag dolls, that happened to be made out of black cloth.  They didn’t blacken my opinion of any particular race.  They were just traditional dolls.  Kids have had them for generations.  There are plenty of dolls made of white cloth too.  They don’t offend me.  Nor do dolls dressed in a particular national costume.

However, Jenny seems to have gotten the idea from this that I am all for ‘nigger bashing’?  That is a leap in logic that has me dumbfounded.  I am not racist, and never have been.  I believe all people are equal.  In fact I believe that all people are so equal that no group should be singled out for special treatment.  In fact, I could argue that it is racist to single out one group for special consideration.

Then me come to the gender thing.  I did say that I deplored the foreman/foreperson syndrome, simply because it was silly.  Jenny retorted by saying that using words like foreman and chairman were a barrier to women’s progression in the workplace?  That is a strange argument.  If that were the case then we should have had a lot of female pilots and captains and holding other high positions of non-gender specific titles.  But that wasn’t the case.  Yes – there was [and still is] discrimination, but that has absolutely nothing to do with words.

You see – what I have been talking about is words.  Just words.  Not attitudes or racism, discrimination or gender bashing.  You say words colour our view of people?  I would say that if they do, then possibly you have a latent tendency to discrimination that you are afraid to admit. 

I would ask you, Jenny to reread my original post.  You seem to have completely misread it first time around.

And as for the last bit -

And if you are offended by any of the above, then fuck off.

You snivelling little cry baby.

That is called irony.

I think Damien appreciates irony.

The need for security

March 24th, 2008

In these troubled times we live in, security is an unfortunate necessity.

Even here in the mountains, we must always remain vigilant.  Being a rural community, we tend to look after one another, and run our own form of neighbourhood watch scheme.

I thought I would help out, so I purchased a consignment of wireless webcams.  These are great as they can be placed at strategic points and I can record whatever is going on at the flick of a switch.

I placed them at strategic points around Head Rambles Manor and the surrounding area, and they work extremely well.

gate

I had quite a few cameras left over, so in the interests of neighbourliness, I decided to protect my neighbours homes as well.  In order not to disturb them, I waited until they were out, but I’m sure they’ll be delighted at the extra security.

I tried the system out again last night and again it worked well.

couple

Just as soon as I sort out some problems with focussing.

Dogsitting

March 23rd, 2008

thatdog

Wouldye?  Woodya?  Wooja?  I don’t know how to spell the fecker’s name.

We’re ‘babysitting’ That Dog at the moment.

He is half a ton of brainlessness.  He is a twit, a moron, a Homer Simpson.  He is also immensely powerful.

When he is in the garden, he plays with rocks.  Our lawn is decorated with boulders.  He could outclass a JCB.  I think one of his ancestors built Newgrange or Stonehenge.

When he is indoors, he isn’t allowed rocks, so he plays with bits of paper or old leaves instead.

He’ll stand and look at a bit of paper for ages.  Eventually, he will pick it up and spit it on my lap.  I am supposed to throw an old leaf?

I got really tired of him yesterday.  I had to demolish a wall he had built in the garden. 

I sent him out to play on the road.

The inevitable happened – A racing SUV; the sound of screeching tyres; the crash.

Half an hour later, That Dog came wandering up the lane quietly chewing the side panel off a Discovery.

I went out to have a look.  He had destroyed the car.  It was covered in toothmarks and slobber.  He had chewed it completely out of shape.

I like That Dog.

But I’ll have to think of a new name.

450 days

March 22nd, 2008

One or two of you may have noticed that I didn’t write anything yesterday.

I sat down yesterday morning, and the thought crossed my mind that I was deliberately looking around for something to say.  I realised then that I was posting for the sake of posting.  That is not good.  I looked back and realised that I had posted on 450 or so consecutive days.  Did I really have something of importance to say on each of those occasions?

I had nothing to say yesterday, so I didn’t say it.

I am slightly changing my blogging technique.  If I have something to say, I’ll say it.  If I haven’t, then I won’t.

Also I have been commenting on comments as soon as they arrive.  This must give the impression that I am sitting here frantically waiting for someone to write something, which would be a bit sad.

I work on the Interweb.  I sit here with the laptop connected to the Interweb while I work, and as such I am notified of every mail that comes in.  I have changed that.  Frankly I was finding my train of thought was being interrupted by mails.  I have shut the mail up, and will only check mails from time to time.  Blogging is not my top priority in life [sorry!].

It’s a pity really that I decided this yesterday, as my previous post caused a few ripples.  Most of you got the point I was trying to make, but some didn’t and accused me of racial hatred which is surprising.  But then little surprises me any more.  Another person expressed amazement that I didn’t delete her response [she mentioned it on another blog].  I have deleted comments in the past – I have deleted spam.  I have deleted messages that were irrelevant and blatantly so.  I also deleted a small block of comments when two commentors [commentators?] became very abusive towards each other.  I have never deleted a dissenting comment.  I have allowed comments even if I completely disagreed with them.  I was accused in the past in a hate mail of deleting any comment that disagreed with my point of view.  That amused me.

So I am not changing my policies because of any hate mail I have received.  I am not changing them because of the furore my Thursday post may have caused.

I am changing them because of priorities.

See you tomorrow.

Maybe.

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