Grandad September 9th, 2011
Today was a Which or Weather Day.
I was pottering around this morning and decided to try the Interweb for a drop of a weather forecast. The Interweb decided it was having a day off. I could see it was there but I couldn’t connect. Would I see about getting it fixed? Would I leave it until later? Did it worry me? Did it, fuck!
We went for a bit of a drive. It was a real scorcher of a day, with ne’er a cloud in the sky and the temperatures reaching levels that would have Irish farmers writing to the papers [They always complain if it's too hot, too cold, too wet or too dry. They just are professional complainers].
We stopped off in a couple of towns and ended up in a wee spot called Vihiers where the local cafe proprietress couldn’t do enough for us because we are Irish. I gather she ain’t too fond of the English. *cough*
We got back latish and the owner of the place here was wandering around. He has been trying to entice us to use the indoor heated pool, and each day he ratchets up the temperature by a couple of degrees until we agree to have a swim. Apparently it’s now at 30C. Heh! Why do I think of lobsters?
Just as he was leaving, I remembered the Interwebby thing and I mentioned it to him. I told him to reboot his Wifi. There may have been a glitch in the translation somewhere as he gave me a funny look. Leastwise he fixed the problem on his own initiative by rebooting the Wifi. Why do I bother?
And the weather tomorrow can basically be summed up in two words.
Fucking sweet.
Grandad August 22nd, 2011
In the early hours this morning, I dropped by the Devil’s Kitchen to see what’s cooking.
His latest article had a link at the bottom that intrigued me, so I had a look.
It was the greatest load of bollox I have ever read, bar none.
“Scientists” are now suggesting that Aliens may drop by and eradicate Earth because our Global Warming proves we may be a threat to other life forms.
I shouldn’t have written that last sentence. I have just wet myself laughing again.
So NASA seriously has a group discussing how we should treat our first Alien Encounter? How can anyone even remotely imagine what that would be like?
Let’s just sit for a moment and contemplate the life forms that exist on Earth. Sperm wales? Bacteria? Toadstools? Humming birds? Cacti? Have those anything in common? Of course they have – they are all life forms that happily exist on Earth. So if we have such diversification on one tiddly planet, how can anyone even remotely hope to predict what an Alien life form would be like?
Presumably these scientists are paid to sit around talking such utter shite? Their time would be better spent watching re-runs of Star Trek or Dr Who. Or maybe that’s what they are doing anyway, for inspiration?
A fucking five year old could do a better job.
And TT wonders why I hold “experts” in such high contempt?
Grandad July 2nd, 2011
I like John Grisham.
I think I have read most, if not all of his books.
One of the things I have learned about the legal system is that the primary method of defence is attack. No matter how guilty the accused is, he tries to get off by discrediting the primary witness. Whether he is a Mafia Boss or a leading politician, all he has to do is to discover one little aspect of the witness’ life and blow it out of all proportion. So a quick joint twenty years ago means the witness is a drug dealer and the slime-ball gets off because the testimony is corrupted. Or whatever.
Dirty but probably effective.
-oOo-
I wonder if Dominique Strauss-Kahn reads John Grisham’s books?
Grandad June 18th, 2011
What is it about Saturdays?
Why is it that I find Saturdays vaguely unsettling?
Why is it that I find Saturdays slightly unnerving?
There is no rhyme nor reason for it.
I do the same on Saturdays that I do on any other day. There is nothing different about it, apart from buying the paper.
There is only one good thing about Saturday -
It isn’t as unnerving or unsettling as Sunday.
Grandad June 11th, 2011
Our ex-Minister of Finance died yesterday.
He is the man responsible for the one decision that plunged this country into bankruptcy when he guaranteed the Irish banks to the tune of €400 billion in 2008.
They say you shouldn’t speak ill of the dead, so I won’t.
Brian Lenihan [1959-2011]
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