Incoherent Keyboard Bashing
General
Welcome to 2010 – Where power outages are becoming the norm
Jan 28th
Although I’m not sure how great it is, yet. So far we’ve gotten off to a fairly rocky start on the home front.
- blue alarm clock<br/>fromCrestock
Apart from the occasional Saturday power outage, which usually went off around 9am to come back around 3pm, we have now progressed to large outages. Yesterday, we lost power at 7am. Power returned at 6pm. Today, the power went off at 6am. Only returned after 5pm. Going on that schedule, I’m guessing we will be cut at 5am.
It pisses me off that these morons just cut power when they feel like it. It’s worse when I’m sleeping because of my cpap. Nothing worse than waking up because you can’t take a breath anymore.
Jackasses Abound
Nov 5th
It’s lunch time, and I walked into a spicy fast food joint in the mall across the way from where I work. It’s fairly early for lunch, being 11h30-ish, but I like it since there’s no crowds, and no queues.
A guy is standing quite far back from the counter with a bewildered expression on his face, apparently looking at the animated menus on the screens above the counter. It looks to me like he’s already ordered, he’s probably just waiting for his food, as I see he’s holding a 1 litre coke bottle in his hands. So I mosey on past him, and move right up to the counter. The young girl asks me if I want to order. Next thing, the bewildered guy verbally lays into the girl. I don’t know exactly what was said as I don’t speak the language, but I picked up a few words here and there. Apparently he was lambasting her for not asking him for his order as he was there first. She told him that she did ask him, but he ignored her.
He was standing miles away from the counter, staring in to space. What the hell? If you want to order, move up to the counter. Jackass.
I hate traffic!
Oct 8th
This week has been a trial with regards to getting to work and getting home from work. The traffic and problems on the road have reached nightmare levels.
On a good day, it takes me about 40 minutes to get to work in the morning. The same for getting home. On average it’s about 50 minutes to an hour.
On Tuesday on my way home, there was supposedly a breakdown at a particular spot on my route, not far from work. No problem, it’s happened before and there hasn’t been major issues. 30 minutes later, having travelled exactly 3km from the office, I decided to turn around and try another route out. Queue was just as long, took another 10 minutes to travel a kilometre, to discover that a dead traffic light was causing that particular issue. It took an hour and a half to get home, a whole 36-odd kilometres.
Yesterday morning, there was an accident on the highway. Since there is major construction going on, there are barriers everywhere, so there’s no real way to easily get around the accident. Took an hour and a half to get to work. Yay.
This morning, another accident on the highway – a bit further along than the previous one, however traffic moved along a lot faster. As I get into the area near my office, I notice that the traffic on one particular road I use is bumper to bumper. Something that is fairly unusual, so I decide to take an alternate route. Big mistake. A dead robot there delayed me by a further half an hour.
And to add insult to injury, a large stone took a huge chip out of my car’s new windscreen. Colour me not-impressed.
Squeaky Clean
Jul 21st
I’ve removed all the twitter rubbish. I don’t really see the need to have this linked to that. I don’t know how long the twitter fad will last with me, quite honestly.
Twatters
Jul 20th
Damn. My blog has become a mirror for twitter. I really should switch off that stupid plugin and do something useful here. Like blog. Except that implies that this blog is useful. It ain’t.
Who is that lanky man?
May 7th
My office building is nearby a large shopping mall, so naturally, my friend and I go over there several times a week for lunch.
The bustle of the mall varies depending on time of day and the time of the year. There is usually a sea of random faces as you walk through the mall, but there is one particular person we began noticing, as we saw him almost every time we went there. We called him Lanky Man.
This particular mall draws a lot of tourists. There are often foreigners with their exotic dress and accents mingling about, so one becomes almost blasé when walking around the mall. Lanky Man wasn’t just another face in the crowd. For one thing, he is very tall and very thin. Always impeccably dressed. Obviously foreign.
I don’t remember when we first noticed him, but after a few times, there was this feeling of recognition every time we spotted him, either walking aimlessly through the mall, or sitting alone at a “sidewalk” table at a small sushi shop.
Every time we see him, we speculate as to his occupation, his nationality, and why we always see him at the mall. It’s become a huge joke. We’ve even talked about setting up a web site with a journal of Lanky Man sightings.
It’s getting so ridiculous that I think Lanky Man has begun to notice us too. I swear he looked at us and gave us a subtle nod as we passed him in the mall today.
Who is that Lanky Man?