Monday, April 30, 2007
Dear Mr Architect
Please can I have a wall like this.
Love drD Linky
If curved red and shiny doesn't work for you then there are other options over at Surface View. For £75m² they will print you some sexy imagery as a sort of bespoke wallpaper come mural. Could catch on. Remember Hilda Ogden's muriel? What goes round...
Why not become a LEGO certified professional?
Yes Lego, the bricks. Apparently, there's a 'Lego Community' too.
If you don't quite make the professional grade you could always be a Lego Ambassador. [ I wonder if they have receptions with plates of hard plastic model chocolates? ]
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 9:48 PM
Sunday, April 29, 2007
I'm posting this from my 'new' PC which has enough processing power to undertake a return trip to Gliese 581C [ catchy name ] and still have change left over for a memorial Scottyshot or two. It's black, mean and gives out more heat than Vanessa Feltz' buttocks after a spell atop the George Foreman Buttock Sizzler. [ Thermostatically controlled ]. I'm happyish. It types letters nicely and allows me to contact all manner of URLs more fasterer than I could before. I'm going to save up all the liberated nanoseconds and commune with my inner thingy real soon.
Well, I have to say that having some enforced offblogtime has caused me no great pain. There's so much going on at the moment it's difficult to find stuff to post. I'm feeling neglectful but I sense a number of similar struggles going on roundnabout. Sadly, one has even closed down in recent days. Maybe it's the four year itch. I'd better apply some emolient unction to the affected parts forthwith lest my blogstream dry up and turn crusty. That would never do now would it?
The Local Elections are looming in Bignjuicyville. The local Council has been rated one of the worst in the world. Various factions are fighting over who will get control of the massive deficit and closed down public toilets. So far, fifteen badly spelled leaflets have been shoved through my door. None of them have inspired me to vote for anyone. I wish we had a Monster Raving Loony standing here. I could have been a candidate - if only I'd planned ahead. But loonies don't use Microsoft Outlook - just seaweed and chinagraph pencils. You need an impressive hat to be a candidate. I coulda been a contender.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 9:01 PM
It's very disruptive when your PC dies isn't it?
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 12:01 AM
Monday, April 23, 2007
The turd wayBack n juicy
Gordon lives next to the Firth of Forth. It's all a bit broon doon there just now.
I never knew
Wikimapia - Central London snooperama loveliness..
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 10:07 PM
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Greetings from beyond the electrograve.
What are you meant to think when you switch on your electric blog box [EBB] only to be greeted with the words, "INSERT SYSTEM DISK" ? I have to tell you that my thoughts involved a well known exclamation involving gonads. This, because my EBB is ancient, having been lovingly nurtured for years to maximise its lifespan and I know that this message spells Big Doo Doos. Being ancient in the world of the EBB is akin to being obsolete when it comes to transplanting new bits and grafting on enhancing ecoutrements - it's all so Difficult. The assistants in Maplins look at you through their fifteen year old eyes and offer geeky condescension when they realise that your EBB is nearly as old as them. [ Note to Maplins: 1. Try a social skills course for your workforce. 2. Consider a more diverse workforce in contrast with the current one which seems to consist entirely of pale, thin teenage males called 'Dave'. Remember, the population is getting older and more techno savvy - we won't put up with nerds no more. ] I have learned that my formerly state of the art hard disk is now state of the ark. It has been superseded by much more massively capacious memory devices. I am unable to plug in one of these leviathans because PATA has been superseded by SATA. Am I bovvered? Yes. Because my EBB has become intrinsic to my twennyfirstcentury lifestyle. I bank, I blog, I book, I look, I hook, I chat, I check, I browse, I even placed a bet last week. Now all that is denied me. My FAT32 has become corrupted. There is the the unspoken worry that the FAT32 controller may also be banjaxed. Nobody loves a banjaxed FAT32 controller. I have been casting around for cast off antique hard disks. One arrived in the post. I plugged it in hopefully. Bugger all. I now know that my primary IDE channel is defective. A colonoscopy for computers is not available so I am faced with forking out a fortune for new innards or forking out a fortune for new outards and innards. Buggeration unbounded. Meanwhile a purloined laptop is my friend. Am I sad or mad to mourn the loss of my EBB? I'm sadder about the effect on my £BB [ Bank Balance ]. Still, I'm BBack and that has to be good innit?
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 8:00 PM
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Sorry for the rather large gap in postings.
Having a spot of hardware meltdown presently.
Hope to be back v.soon...
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 12:22 PM
Friday, April 13, 2007
You've been chatting for half an hour and now it's time for that second mug of tea. Do you:
a. Prefer your mug to be washed and dried?
b. Make do with a quick rinse out?
c. Put the new lot straight in on top of the old dregs?
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 5:05 PM
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Tis done. Planted, landscaped; a little Japanese inspired world-within-world right outside my back door. Everything's a bit young and underdeveloped but I'm very happy that very soon it will be looking lovely all over. My biggest delight was in recycling some original Victorian roof slates I found in the loft into a bonsai Japanese dry stream which runs through the trough uniting all and channelling the chi round the feng shui U bend.
Full gallery of love here.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 8:40 PM
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Righto, I've decided on my new hat. [Thankyou for all the suggestions. Debster, I'm not a member of the Village People]. Now I just have to find a suitable hat shop to buy it from. There aren't that many hat shops for men around any more. Not in Bignjuicyville anyway. Had I been alive during the Edwardian era, the Second World War period or even the 1950s - nil problemo: hat shops aplenty. I've checked the Kellys Directories for those periods - [ Whatever happened to Kellys? ] and there were at least four local hat shops for the discerning gentleman available to the local populace during those periods. As soon as the 1960s arrived it all started to go down the pan. I blame free love. Nobody ever indulged in free love wearing a trilby, I'm sure of it. Plus the longer shaggier hairstyles of that era looked ridiculous with hatted adornment.
It's only in recent years with the rise of the Chav that hats have become mainstream again. You'll be glad to know, I'm sure, that my choice is not of the baseball variety. I sense a new direction in mens fashion. Where doth the Chav venture sartorially when he outgrows Von Dutch? When mingin nylon sportswear no longer cuts the Chicken McNugget dipping sauce? Fine tailoring is the answer. And a jolly nice hat. Mark my words; in the near future a generation grown used to the comfort afforded by constant head coverage will be in need of a more sophisticated image. I'm leading the way - I'm a bleedin pioneer me. Now, does anyone know any good hat shops for a Chap of Destiny?
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 11:41 PM
Monday, April 09, 2007
On a trip to Birmingham Botanic Gardens last August I espied a rather lovely alpine trough made from great slabs of slate. [ Pictured above ]. Abundantly landscaped with saxifrages, sedums and slithers of slate, I lusted after it but decided that it would be too heavy to fit in the backpack and anyway I'd never get it past security. So, here I am eight months later having almost finished making my own, albeit lower height, lower budget version. Shortly to adorn the bignjuicy patio it will be a thing of beauty for all to behold. I've just got this nagging feeling that even though the original was uber minimal with heavy Japanese influences; mine might look a bit, well like a stone coffin. Ah well, they can always bury me in it I suppose. Pics to follow when planting has taken place.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 10:00 PM
Friday, April 06, 2007
Well thanks for the suggestions for a new hat. So far there are four. Looking at the options I'm finding it so difficult to choose which one would make me look the coolest...you see what I mean?
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 12:01 AM
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
There once was a four legged ducklingIdolatory
...called 'Stumpy' and now he's got a blog.
Skinheads of the 1980s. Enlightening online exhibition at the Photographic Youth Music Culture Archive. Review of same here.
Yes, you! We're watching you. George Orwell's house surrounded by a zillion CCTV cameras - oh the irony. How many watching you?
Q. What is Irish diplomacy?
A. It's the ability to tell a man to go to hell in such a way that he will look forward to making the trip.
Still can't decide - whaddya think?
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 12:42 AM
Monday, April 02, 2007
Almost eleven months ago Elliott Yamin came to my attention. He got knocked out of American Idol - as you do. He's not very pretty, doesn't weigh 35 stone, is nothing like Whitney Houston and appears to be straighter than a straight line drawn between Elton John's buttocks using a very straight ruler indeed. Elliott is not really pop idol material at all. Thank God for that. He has a fabulous soul voice; rich and powerful with urban grit, a bit Stevie with a little Neil Sedaka in the blend. The album has a 'catch all' feel with strong nods to R&B, Soul and Pop. Packaging is pared down and it's clear: this is the market tester, make or break release. It's debuted at no 3 in the Billboard 200 - so it's looking good for the man. I got my CD on Saturday and it's already received more than its fair share of wear and tear - I'm ever so slightly hooked. As Paula Abdul said, he is "one funky white boy". Samples here if you want to hear. 'Wait for you', 'Find a way', 'One word', 'Alright' and the sublime 'A song for you' are the current faves. I paid $18 [c. £9 inc p&P] for my CD, ordered from Amazon.com - it arrived in 3 days. Amazon.co.uk have the album for £17 and a six week lead time. Interesting.
..has been bestowed by 'Wage Slave' who chronicles office life to levels which reactivated my, 'resignation' hormones. Thankee muchly WS - much appreciated and you win the award for first link of 2007.
I'm in need of a new hat. Any ideas?
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 10:56 PM
Sunday, April 01, 2007
The way we were on April 1st 2007.
Some other happenings.
The internet through your toilet.
Gmail paper for the electronically challenged.
How the years roll by...
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 12:30 AM