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Monday 2 August 2010

Hell on Earth



Keeping in the ever-popular biblical theme, I discovered I was cursed.
NO INTERNET.



From Sunday night to this morning, I was cut-off. Alone. Isolated.
No Blogs, news, email, software updates. Nothing.
It was like being transported back to the dark ages, or in New Zealand terms, back to the "Piggy" Muldoon era.

It is only through the manipulation of my miraculous computing powers, that I can get this minimal post off through the quagmire we call the Nuova Lazio network.

Hope it's back up tonight, or I'll get really upset.

Apocalypticaly upset.



End of the Universe upset.

9 comments:

  1. Hell is where you make it. I think your soul needs some cleansing. remember the story of the rich man trying to get in to Heaven?

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  2. That is very sad, I don't know if you or Richard notice this but sometimes I don't go online and I seem to cope...I think you may be too attached to your computer, much like Richard is too attached to his Bass.

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  3. What a coincidence! I came across your site by accident while trying to access mine! I've been reading your blog but can't find Nuova Lazio on the New Zealand map. Is it a very small settlement?
    I'm in Dunedin but not long out from Aberdeen.
    It seems our blog names suggest we have something in common. Scary?
    I see you're a teacher. I am too. I teach Social Studies in Dunedin, but computers are my area of expertise.
    Where are you from originally?

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  4. And another multiple personality joins the crowd!

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  5. "Hell is where you make it. I think your soul needs some cleansing. remember the story of the rich man trying to get in to Heaven? "

    a) Possibly
    b) Nope, not even sure I've got one, so how can it need cleaning if you cant put it in a washing machine?
    c)It's not the rich man bit that bothers me, it's how, at my present girth, I can get through the eye of a needle. Unless some sort of food processor (or mincer) is involved.

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  6. "...I think you may be too attached to your computer, much like Richard is too attached to his Bass.
    "
    No, my feelings for my computer are pure and a thing of beauty.
    Richards Bass is a slut. Anyone can pluck her strings or tighten her pegs.

    My computer is for me only. It's password protected and firewalled all around her pretty little ports.

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  7. Hello TwistedScottishBstd nice to meet you.
    Whaur aboots in Furry Boots City dae y'hale?

    Be careful, there are many strange and possibly sick personalities around these parts.

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  8. You have not seen Hell yet mortal worm.
    You will.

    Your cigars will soon bring you to me.
    You can have no secrets from The Son of the Dawn.
    I know about the expences.
    I know about the lies.
    i know about the death.

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  9. "Whaur aboots in Furry Boots City dae y'hale?"
    Schoolhill, near St Nicholas Church.

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