eat my..
If anyone can tell me what is keeping Brody Armstrong’s ass covered up, mail me because I want a pair!
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am i still ill?Archive for January, 2004
dead as a…
well, not quite a doornail but..it’s back now 
My computer died on Thursday, and with limited time on my hands, it has taken until today to fix it.
With limited to no data loss, it was a successful fix, gladly.
But I’ll tell you what, if I had just bought and installed Windows XP, doing the Windows update for the first time to be greeted with 45 updates that are deemed to be critical must be a little daunting and doesn’t give a very good first impression of the operating system, does it Bill?
yes they do!
The drugs DO work, and this has been proved by a technical support email received at work this morning..
I have tried to contact you this morning but apparently your system will
not allow me to do this. I have just logged in again from Netscape on
this PC but was immediately identified as an ISP or server again. I am
trying to get through to somebody, somehow, somewhere, sooner or later,
whenever and so on because I AM NOT A COMPUTER, COMPUTER ENGINEER,
SERVER, ISP, PIECE OF TECHNOLOGY ETC, BUT I AM A PERSON and actually I
do exist, am 55 years old and live at the address on your database and
have a cell phone on your system also and also have a husband in name
only who uses his family name, as I have chosen to do myself - but I use
the one I was born into and not the one I married into and so on.
Please contact me immediately unless you would prefer that I take my
complaint to the Queen herself first. The situation is DIRE for
yourself, your family, myself, my family, my husband and his family and
my future husband and his family as well, as well as EVERYONE in the
world, please because COMPUTER TECHNOLOGY is being ABUSED, ILLEGALLY
USED and is actually known to, proved to be capable of etc, doing this
because when it is properly understood etc etc THIS IS PATENTLY OBVIOUS.
PLEASE REPLY ASAP, PRIVATELY TO MY EMAIL ADDRESS IF NOTHING ELSE. Your
“Christmas card” to me was useless as well as deleterious to your
image. Who was responsible for it? You, yourself are apparently next
on the hit list. I have been on it since I was 3 APPARENTLY - sorry,
no ACTUALLY I always have been on it since I was named only for my
protection because my grandfather, whom we called HP (get it?) was a
research scientist and also loved his family and wished also to prevent
the abuse of technologies, hitherto used only for military purposes. AM
I GETTING THROUGH TO YOU YET. ARE YOU A GOOD MAN OR NOT, PLEASE. THIS
IS COSTING ME MY SANITY AGAIN AS WELL AS POTENTIALLY THAT OF ALL MY
FAMILY. My situation is EXTRAordinary, but not incomprehensible. In
fact it all makes sound common sense as soon as people accept what I
say, which is not difficult and includes all of the above and my medical
history which has compounded the problem since most doctors are
apparently computer illiterate as well as purblind when it comes to
understanding the differences between mind, brain, computers, science,
art, humanity etc.
Please note (1) I am a woman and not a little girl any longer and am in a delicate position, mentally
(sometimes), physically (always) and emotionally (a lot of the time) but not spiritually thankfully owing to the fact that I have endeavoured to remedy my own faults as best I can over the
years. Nevertheless I am still a woman, married, have children and a husband and a husband to be as well as friends, family, pets and so on and I LIVE ON THE WORLD, LIKE YOU, YOURSELVES
AND EVERYONE ELSE, please because when it comes to it if we MICROWAVE OURSELVES DAY BY DAY AND DAY BY DAY WITH RADIO WAYES, RADAR, MICROWAVE (CELL PHONE) TECHNOLOGY, ANALOGUE AND DIGITAL
RADIO AND VIDEO WAVE BANDS we will soon all be dead
Please reply please.
Yours sincerely
XXXXXXXXX
I want whatever she’s having!
disgrace
Just to give you an idea of who the type of people I am calling are, here is one email from someone that I have to call back….
“Your customer service is an absolute bloody disgrace. I have just wasted 2 hours of my life trying to get to talk to a human being. I wish to complain about the server on my dial up which yet again didn’t allow me to download emails or surf the internet. Please let me know what the issue is and deduct 2 days billing from my next bill. I am so frustrated with your lack of a system of dealiing with existing customers (funnily enough I was put thru immeditely to a sales person when I selected new customer!!), that unless I receive an adequate reply I will be takinig my phone, TV and internet account to someone who cares Jxxxxx Kxxxxxxx”
Good Ol’ NTL & it’s customers
hectic
Hectic, thats the only way I can describe the last few days.
Don’t know whether I’m coming or going anymore.
At work I’ve been seconded to an Offline team (Ie. not taking incoming calls) which deals with Ofcom (formerly Oftel) complaints that come in to us.
Basically we have to call these customers back who have complained to Ofcom (who are the Telecom regulators in the UK) and try to sort out whatever their problem may be, put lightly, they are the major screamers.
It’s nice being offline though, not as stressful, but have targets to meet.
Had my hair changed again this morning.
Laura took me down to the salon to have my hair washed before work, and decided it would be a good idea to cut it and do a new style.
I’ll have to photograph later and show you all, it’s almost totally different, a hell of a lot shorter (by about 4 inches or so!)
proverbial stick
Oh man did I feel sick yesterday morning after the night before, yuck.
NTL managed to fuck up my account, and try to blame it on me. Nice one.
I did not cancel the direct debit on my account, therefor not making me eligable for employee discount, YOU cancelled it when you changed the name over from my fathers to mine. Get it right.
And NO I did NOT ask for the Adult channels pack to be added to my account!
Gold!
Is this not the scariest pose ever?
This is Tony Hadley from Spandau Ballet in the video for Gold, he really scares me here. argh!
Growing on me
*dances around*
I don’t know what to do
I don’t even know who is growing on who
‘Cos everywhere I go you’re there
Can’t get you out of my hair
Can’t pretend that I don’t care - it’s not fair
I’m punished for all my offences
I wanna touch you but I’m afraid of the consequences
I wanna banish you from whence you came
But you’re part of me now
And I’ve only got myself to blame
You’re really growing on me
(Or am I growing on you?)
You’re really growing on me
(Or am I growing on you?)
Any fool can see
Sleeping in an empty bed
Can’t get you off my head
I won’t have a life until you’re dead
Yes, you heard what I said
I wanna shake you off but you just won’t go
And you’re all over me but I don’t want anyone to know
That you’re attached to me, that’s how you’ve grown
Won’t you leave me, leave me alone
You’re really growing on me
(Or am I growing on you?)
You’re really growing on me
(Or am I growing on you?)
Any fool can see
You’re really growing on me
(Or am I growing on you?)
You’re really growing on me
(Or am I growing on you?)
Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww aaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggh
I want a frontless leotard like Justin from the Darkness, I would ponce around Metros so hard 
my room
another little taster for the new broadband site, a guided tour of my infamous lair.
This is quite boring, but I’m going to the pub tonight armed with my DV Camera so expect some good footage :p
