I've flown my remote controlled rotary flight evaluation model until the little shit machine (The dog, not m'son) grabbed it and bit of the tail.
I've got the iPod working to Window's satisfaction.
I've just given the woodwork it's second coat of Danish Oil.
I've finished all of my nuts (cashews and Beer nuts) I got in my stocking.
I've finished about half of the Ham my Beloved cooked for Christmas, and I really cannot take anymore; I get a dry retch just thinking about pigs.
The salamis, cured meats, cheeses, pates, smoked salmon and Rillette are all finished, as are all of the sourdough artisan breads and butter.
There is nothing but unadulterated crap on TV, and the DVD m'son bought me (Toy Story 3) is asinine and predictable.
All of the films and programs recorded on our Telstra T box are either crap, or I've seen them before.
Even the all-time classic of Die Hard can become a little predictable after the 6th viewing, as does Cannonball Run II.
|Predictable, but moderately funny (plus lots of pretty girls in very tight clothes)|
I tried listening to the audio book (Tom Clancy's Executive Orders) I managed to transfer onto the iPod, but my Beloved said I was being antisocial.
I managed to smuggle myself out of our family room, into our computer room, to "answer some emails" while I write this.
How in Hell can I be bored with such a plethora of technology surrounding me, devoted to my entertainment and education?
I'm not "allowed" to use it because it's antisocial.
I'm also bloated. I think all of the ham is converting to methane.
I think my next post will be about the classification of Ham Farts.
|NOTE: NEVER Fart in a wetsuit.|