Something you don't see everyday is a freshly crashed truck. Long truck with the wheels still spinning and two chaps climbing from the cab. People dotted around the scene in their cars, with one chap looking particularly down about something.

Could have simply been shaken by the incident that so recently occurred (but hey that wouldn't be very interesting) or perhaps he feels responsible for the mid morning traffic shenanegins? One of those supposedly important life lesson moments. People always seem to say they learnt a valuable lesson when they were doing something, they themselves classified as "Oh it doesn't matter I'm doing this, it's only ME, it's not really important that I follow the rule/law that was only put there to protect me and/or others from JUST THIS OUTCOME"
So rather than fess up to even just themselves that they were a complete selfish idiot, they look back on this incident with worldly wise 20-20 hindsight, and apparently "learn" something from it.
They are just a bit late I'm afraid, as someone (a qualified responsible by law, governing body) who saw this thing before anyone else said, "Hey, we never saw that coming, so lets make sure that we tell everyone concerned about this risk."
That's why people can say,"Yeah it's a risk, but of course it won't happen to me, so who cares?"
When it finally does happen, thats not a Yoda-ish, chin scratchingly, pensivley slanted eyebrows, nodding wisely, then steepling your fingers, while seated alone, looking out over a sunset drenched vista, life lesson. It's a big fat f*** up! You just ruined a whole bunch of lives, and will never understand the suffering you set in motion!

Hey, calm...ohmmmmmm....oo, nearly had some sort of subconcious flashback.

So if YOU want to do something, make sure you're on a separate planet, or are doing it with consenting selfish types. Making sure that the next time you use that mobile phone on the road, you're not the one responsible for setting off an extremely complex chain of negative actions that have far reaching consequences it would take a time machine to check on.

Ooo I'm off for a lie down and a bun.

Lucy Lu of Charlies Angels movie fame (to me at least) was today's lookalike. Snoop Dog's grandfather was a close second.

The jury has just come back with the uanimous vote that I do indeed hate country music with a vengance. A ton of tearful women, lamenting their harsh life, with seemingly no way out except to spend endless hours blubbing over something they can apparently see is not right, but chose to put (and keep) themselves in. The chaps all warbling along to their twangy guitars about how sorry they are for treating someone not right and them leaving/never settling down due to years of rampant tottie. My problem with all of this is similar to rap. Why do these cow-people insist on knowing how bad their lot is, yet they chose that particular path?
Sort of anti-rap I suppose. Rappers seem to make most of it up, but at least they go on about happy stuff!
I couldn't care less how much money, ladies, or er...Bling they have, but at least it's a positive fantasy (if you ignore the rich vein of questionable ethics) which seems to point to having a Hugh Heffneresque lifestyle, without actually working in any way at all to justify it.

Nice!

Country is just a long, often slow, drawn out, drawling whine, about how life should be. Never heard a song yet about someone who decided they would do it differently, and God knows I've heard enough of it.

Hang on, that last whinge almost qualifies for being made into a country lament. Just sprinkle a few hurt young wifes, some non communicative children, topped off with a sprig of dead crops, and Shania Twain will have to watch out! Hang on, I have to make sure I complain about it after at LEAST 8 years of the same shortsighted self misdirection. So maybe not just yet....look out 2011 there will be a new twangy (if more than a little whiney) guitarist in the chart!

The Microsoft monster has seen fit to release a wondefully British titled "Grabbed by the Ghoulies". Which is in fact by their relatively newly (2002) aquired (at mucho expense) Rare software house. Perhaps this is a little boy coporate snigger the big M's expense, as Rare are British themselves. Mind you the website is a bit crappy these days, considering how long they have been around and how much the big M must have payed for them..sad...

While I am rambling about it, where'd the thing come from, to call software companies "houses"?

It's been a while folks, but things have been busy at the ranch of late. I have been 'accused' of being a fashion designer, a robot, and a prolific sign writing deity! Well more of that soon, but for now I have to ask another question....

Tell me what exactly is Powerpoint for?? Never knew myself, and I expect not many people do. Some seem to scream, "Oh if you want a job, then use powerpoint!"

My thing with that is, just how many times IN YOUR LIFE, have you ever used it? Just what ghastly Microsoft Word looking type slides do you want to produce with it?? If some corporate funding source wants to be impressed, then you take them out to dinner in the poshest restaurant and have a ton of celebs show up there. You don't show them a few shaky looking brown striped images, with hideous word art all over it, looking like you are asking on behalf of the local boy scouts, for money to repair their old rowing boat.

Oh and it costs a fortune too!

Well this week I managed to see one lucky (?) soul that looked very much like the love child of Geodie la Forge and Gary Coleman. On the same day I spotted a female P.Diddy. Another thing I seemed to notice was the amount of people smoking seemed a lot. Don't know why people bother? Take a look at this and you might think again.... I know (before all you smokers out there start) that it IS indeed a tired old argument, but I don't think it makes it any less valid, do you?
(Hmmmm seems I needed a bit of smug satisfaction today)

People shpeaking with a shertain shpeech impediment that you shtart to find yourshelf, realishing you really want to shpeak the shame way! Part way through the conversation you conciously realise that you really REALLY want to shpeak like them, and wonder how long it will be, before you will be alone and can try out a few sentances to yourself. The pressure can be unbearable, take it from me, I KNOW these things alright?

As well as seeing Denzel Washington out and about. Today, at the real world portal into the virtual nirvana known as There.com, I think there may be a leak! I noticed that the 'oh so exquistetly placed' furniture, resembles the items within There. So this could be why the people that populate the coffee shop, looklike, act like, and now sit on real world versions of their digital counterparts.

So what could be the reason for this...? Why have a place you can get IN? Although does that make it a way in if the things in There, are coming OUT? (You'll never know how many times I had to write that)

This is why I think I need help figuring this out, so help is on the way. I just don't know when the cavalry will get here.

You'll soon see what I mean.

One tip though, if you DO visit the coffee selling side of the portal, and you're interest isn't peaked by weird existentialisms, such as crossing an impossible divide. Er....0h yes the tip, where was I? No, don't tell me, I'll ge....oh yes. One tip, make sure you really know how strong the house coffee actually is. It's the closest
I think I've come to simply EATING coffee straight from the jar....
I have never smoked, but I get the strangest feeling that this ever so teensy cup of caffeine, is just as dangerous. I could probably write the rest of this just by dipping the PDA stylus in it and letting it zoom off on it's own.

Lately been finding a lot of people in There, that seem to be there for reasons, other than the narrow minded, soundbite brat of the present age. (Oooo saucer of sour milk for this blogger please!)

According to this report, they want to attract those that wouldn't be seen dead with the ancient axe of Nylldxxior, in the haunted crypt of Geekatania, opening a chest of something surprising, to level up their spell casting ability. I am one of those people. I preferred the future as we have already seen the past, and anyway, what is it with these people?

Open chest, get stuff.

Smash barrel, get stuff

Kill monster, get stuff

Look at inventory, manage stuff

Even at Cybertown, people seem to be obbsessed with the gathering of stuff! The cheaper the better.

All I currently own in There is a purple Barbie style buggy, a white dog, a soccer ball, a bench to sit on, a couple of signs, and two drinks. There is no need for just collecting stuff, I mean, how exciting can that be? Anyway, what do you do with it once you have it? You max out your sword, shield, magic bean carrying ability and then what do you do? Stagger about with the worlds largest mobile knick-knack collection picking over dead remains like some elderly professional New Years sale junkie! "Oh I seem to have every single thing in this entire universe at it's highest possible value", so NOW what?

Where can you take this, people?

Somebody tell me what this is all about?

Wow, how much further will they take the experience of past machines?

You know, you read the info, you check up on the usual things, you do everything by the book, you even go out to Staples and get a new USB 2 PCI card to get your Axim working properly due to the reluctance of Dell to publish on their site that it really needs a more stable power supply than a premature baby's incubator, and it still doesn't work. So you end up plugging it into your other PC, which you swore you would never soil with Office, and it works first time, and then needs Outlook putting on it. Darn and blast it all to heckitty heckville!

Don't even mention the word PDA to me right now, LOOK at the time, and it is only NOW I find I need an extra bit of kit to get it all working properly, or AT ALL!!!

Grrrr, with a big hissy scratching your eyes out, move of the wrists!

Oo just got my new PDA. Veeeeeeeery nice indeed, and as is the tradition with all things shiney, expensive and oh so kewl, I have to wait at least FOUR HOURS for it to charge. I know my public is waiting to see what happens later. I will get back to you, oh and hello to those BIOS jockeys out there, you know who you are.

You know I have been neglecting my readership of late and here is a bit of background as to the reasons why...... ooooo doesn't it sound tempting? Get in there and see if you can find me... if you're brave enough...