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Did you eat a bowl of stupid for breakfast? Part ...

July 29th, 2010 by Clarice received No Comments »

I’m slightly saddened to say that this is the final installment of A Bowl of Stupid for a while.  I’ve run out of stuff to say.  If things crop up in my memory then I’ll write about them.  It has, however, been a nice 32 part series that lasted over about 9 months, so I’ve no complaints.

In today’s lesson I am going to tackle the phenomenon of a particular type of person.  That person goes by the title of “iFag”.  I have examples of three different types of “iFag” and what follows will be a description of all three, the letting off of one, the ribbing of a second and the third being pulled into tiny little chunks.

First off, I must start by giving the Urban Dictionary definition of an “iFag”.

1. Someone who thinks he is cool because he owns an Apple product, usually the iPhone or the iPod.

2. Someone who thinks he is cool because he bought a certain technology that very few people use, and thus, he feels like he is superior, although often it is because the technology is overpriced and/or useless.

Suspect number one – A Man of the Cloth.

One of the guys that we knew who was into Apple stuff was a Vicar (not a Priest, he was Protestant.  Protestants are never Priests).  He would ask our department for a bit of advice on things.  That’s fine.  He didn’t bang on about how wonderful they were, how they never broke, how Macs were far better.  No, sometimes he even told us how much things about them sucked.  It was refreshing.  You, Sir, have been let off this time.  And, you know, it’s fine to have an iPhone if you just want a phone.  And if the person with it realises that it is just a phone, and not the amazing machine that so many people seem to think it is.

Suspect number two – The stupid, plastic-breasted bint with no identity of her own.

This is something that I have noticed is rather universal about people who have Apple products.  It’s mostly those who got the iPhone shortly after it came out or just have to have the latest iCrap whenever something new comes out.  They all seem to have no discernable identity of their own, and they piece one together by doing things to themselves (breast implants) or buying objects which they believe gives them some kind of status.  When you piece them all together from their ramblings the image which is left in your head is one of something like a fridge with lots of things stuck to it, including a pair of silicone sacks on the front.  They are the sort of people who have obviously been brought up in rampant consumerism and can only validate themselves by purchasing expensive items and banging on about how much better they are than everyone else.  I find that last comment of mine a little scary because this woman was almost five years older than me, and I would have expected it to be me who was affected by consumerism.  Alas, it is probably impacted upon by upbringing.

This woman in particular was a great example of it.  Every time I went to her office she would leave, or deliberately put her iPhone down in front of me in a very obvious place so that I couldn’t miss it.  It was as though she wanted me to notice how “cool” she was, because she had an iPhone.  If I didn’t make a comment she’d play with it, obviously to prompt a response.  A response was never forthcoming.  And then in my new job, people do call up to say “I was just using my iPad…” and they want some help with the product we provide support for.  If they’re so computer literate, why have they got an iPad?  I have to question whether they’re just calling us up to tell us they’ve got an iPad, or they haven’t got any friends because they’ve bought an iPad and want someone to talk to.  “I was just using my iPad…”

Just how shallow do you have to be to do that?  How lacking in any form of self-identity or interest do you have to be to try to force a conversation about a £500 piece of crap that doesn’t do half of the things that my Nokia N95 does?  It was proof that to this stupid woman the iPhone was not a useable piece of technology.  No, it was nothing more than an accessory to pose with.  It’s much the same as that baby which she is “desperately longing for” – it will be used as an accessory until she gets bored with it, or it starts becoming independent.

She used to want to ‘synchronise’ her calendar with her computer in the office.  It was funny – on an iPhone, that only worked with…Microsoft Exchange.  Oh the fucking irony.  One day she said that she wanted to connect the phone to the PC but when she tried she couldn’t install iTunes.  The reason?  She’s not an administrator.  The other reason?  Folders named “iTunes” were banned on the network.  Hahahahahahaha!  Suck it up bitch.  She also once asked me why everytime she connected the iPhone to a machine with iTunes it wanted to do a software update, and if I could change something to stop it.  “No, I can’t.  Apple are an unethical and dirty company.  I’m not going to soil myself by touching or using any of their products” came my reply.  She tried a few times after that to bring up her iPhone or iTunes and I would either ignore her, or cut her off mid-flow and reiterate my point about iPhones being for losers.

As I found out more about the iPhone I realised just how much those £500 heaps of crap were only for posing.  Some of the things that you can’t do on them is truly diabolical.

  • No copy and paste
  • No flash in the web browser (WTF?  My N95 supports Flash!)
  • Cannot be used as a mounted volume (My N95 works just like a flash drive)
  • Bluetooth?  Fugeddaboutit.  The headset’s for calls only, not even music.
  • The iPhone does not have any expansion slots
  • You can only install stuff from iTunes
  • You can’t replace the battery
  • You can’t send MMS
  • No flash on the camera
  • External keyboard?  I don’t think so!
  • Multi-tasking?  No…not this time.  Not on the iPad either!
  • You can only get ringtones from the iTunes store, you can’t use your own MP3s.

There’s so much stuff there that my N95, or hell even my previous phone the Nokia 6230 could and can still do which the iPhone can’t.  Why would you want to haul around a £500 piece of crap the size of your head when it can’t do some of the most simple functions you could imagine in modern technology?  Oh yeah, that’s right!  It’s because you’re posturing, because you’re a poser, and you have no discernable identity so you need people to think that you’re “cool” by having that ugly brick attached to the side of your head.  Whatever happened to having some meaning in your life through your actions, and not through your wallet?

Suspect number three – The Complete and Utter iFag Cunt-tard

I’ve mentioned this guy a number of times before.  He’s a fuck-tard.  Dickhead, bell-end, cocksucker, cock juggling thunder-cunt.  He’s the cunt that forced me out of my job and home, so naturally I love the guy.  He felt the need to force three people out of one department because we weren’t rape-sodomising all of the Apple hardware in the world, like he does.  We didn’t feel the need for our technology to be tactile to a point where we’d rather stroke the touch-sensitive screen of an iPhone than say, a cute puppy, or where we’d substitute our normal romantic-sexual relationships for the touch of a Mac.

So while I’m looking at something like this:

In all truth this is probably the closest he’s been to a woman, so he’s probably doing the following to his MacBook:

I hate this guy so much that I could post his name, address, workplace, telephone number, links to all of his own domains, blog, Flickr account and Twitter feed.  I won’t, because I have morals and ethics.  This is a guy who teaches vulnerable children about how to be safe online.  Yeah…he has put his entire identity online.  Even on his Twitter feed are the exact latitude and longitude coordinates of the building in which he lives.  That’s so safe guys!  Yeah, tell the whole fucking world, via the safe, Pedo-Bear approved medium of Twitter, not only what a loser you are, but also EXACTLY WHERE YOU LIVE!!!!!11!!!!!1!!1!

His Twitter feed would bang the fuck on about AppleTV.  What’s the point of Apple TV?  Why would I want to pay $250 for something that I can watch on my computer for free from YouTube or Flickr?  “Oh, it’s so that it can be in HD on your TV!!!!11!1!”  But I can just run an HDMI lead from my PC to the TV.  Why would I want to use iTunes for my TV series?  Seriously, why?  One day I was just browsing online and I saw something pop up the said “Law and Order: Special Victims Unit £45 on iTunes”.  My eyes virtually fell out of my head.  I looked up the very same series on Amazon and it ran at about £20 for the physical DVDs posted to you.  Why would anyone want to use iTunes to get TV shows?

Being the ever sensible gentleman that he was, he sequestered 1% of the organisation’s IT budget in order to buy HIMSELF an Apple Macbook.  That’s nice, huh?  It’s not like we could have spent that money elsewhere.  No, a second-hand refurbished laptop that didn’t do half the stuff that a £250 Asus netbook can do is always a great way to spend 1% of any budget belonging to anyone.  Awesomesauce.

On a sidenote, when he told us he was getting his own internet connection the first thing he said was “It’s not for porn!”.  Yeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaah…right, sure it’s not.  That’s the first thing you said – of course it’s for porn.

It was quite obvious that this guy swapped meaningful real-life relationships for Twitter conversations on his iPhone with people he had never met.  By the time I left he was spending half his days updating his Twitter feed and twattering with his little friends about how wonderful Apple was.  I swear, he probably had multiple-Macgasms every day.

It’s that kind of bullshit, that kind of brand worship that makes me sick.  It makes me so angry that people are that shallow.  If you don’t have an iPhone, to some of these people you aren’t worth bothering with.  They’ve got to force that Apple crap on you, and you’ll only be accepted into their fold once you’ve paid out stupid amounts of money for something that doesn’t do a tiny proportion of what every other bit of technology on the planet does, but because it’s “Oooh!  Shiny!!” you “can’t live without it!”.

Get over yourselves.  Mac products don’t “just work”.  They aren’t “fully functional”.  They aren’t “extremely powerful”.  They can do a limited number of things, far less than a machine running Windows or a flavour of UNIX, but because they do them in a childish and brightly coloured way you think they’re better.  I’m guessing people like that iFag mentioned above never got beyond the primary colours and simple shapes books at school.  You’re only really into technology when you build your own machines (with swappable parts, not the fixed things like Apple!) and write your own software to solve problems.  I’m yet to meet an iFag who has even seen the inside of a computer, let alone can write any form of software.  And, don’t forget…you have to hold Apple products in the right way or they don’t work.  So fuck all of you left-handers.  How dare you do the first thing that’s natural to you?  No, you’re a slave to Apple!  You must use your right hand ONLY when using Apple products.

Purlease, left handers are people too.  I should know, I’m married to one and he actually gets laid, unlike all of those Apple lovers.

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The Funke Family: Part Eight

July 27th, 2010 by Clarice received No Comments »

Where were we last time?  Ah yes, Blake had grown up and left because she couldn’t cope with the idea of being both a half-sister and an aunt to some kids.  Dustin died and Irene was up the duff.  What could possibly go wrong?

Growing up is hard to do

Dustin’s first kid with Irene became a child.  At least she wasn’t really old enough to remember her father.

Damn that mailbox!

I don’t think for one moment that she is an angelic mother.  Anything but.

There's plenty to go round!

So…there’s a bit of a surprise when Irene gives birth at the hospital.  Yeah…there are three of them.  So with Adonis and Dustina added into the mix, Irene now has five kids.  Awesome sauce.  They were called, I think, Dustella, Dominique and Carena.

Mike: I want to marry her. Carol: I want to beat him with a dumbbell.

I can’t remember this one’s name properly, was it Carol?  Oh well, whatever.  She decided to get hot and heavy with Michael Batchelor, who was engaged to Emma Hatch (I think that was her name), but Carol here got Michael to break up with Emma and marry her instead.  It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship, and an end to any money worries Carol had.

You're an adonis alright.

Adonis became a young adult, and decided that he wanted to use his brain instead of his body to make his living.  He promptly joined the Professional Athletics career.

How's it hanging, Carol?

Irene visits her sister in her new pad.  Carol was pregnant, Irene was jealous.

One out of three ain't bad

It became time for the triplets to grow up.  The first one…

Oooh, sparkles!

The second one…

Ooo, pritty!

And the third one!  Although this one looks like it’s going to be a Mexican wrestler when it grows up.

My Santa Fe Queen, she's got the Santa Fe Lean!

In case you don’t understand the caption to that picture, here’s an explanation.

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And the best place to take a child is…

July 25th, 2010 by Clarice received 5 Comments »

The Royal International Air Tattoo, of course!  How could anyone think otherwise?

A little back story
I was so excited about going to RIAT this year.  I hadn’t been since 2007 and was desperate to go again.  I don’t believe in war, however I think that the necessity of such things brings out the amazing human ability to be creative and engineer some amazing things.  This airshow proves that with aircraft from such a huge range of times.  This year the closing display was of a Supermarine Spitfire flying alongside its modern day replacement, the Eurofighter Typhoon.  These are things to be marvelled – that we, as human beings, have been able to create such things.  It utterly astounds me.

So, I think it is absolutely fine to introduce children to feats of engineering from a young age.  There is nothing wrong with that at all.  In fact, by doing that people may be inspiring the next generation of engineers who create the next generation of aircraft.  All well and good.  It’s good for young people to have a focus, especially when so few young people now want to do anything other than become managers, parents or work at McDonalds.

The point of this post.
Now, I’m an adult.  I can cope with noise.  The damage that aircraft noise does to my ears is pretty minimal, if non-existant.  In children, however, that’s a completely different story.  Not only can such loud noise for prolonged periods of time (the total time of the displays on each day was 8 hours) damage their hearing, but some children don’t respond well to loud levels of noise.  And it’s not only the sound that can be a problem – with some of the more modern aircraft there is a lot of vibration.  So much vibration that you feel your lungs rattling inside your rib cage.

So it’s absolutely fine for me to sit by and watch the F-22A Raptor do a slow and dirty flypast.  But for a toddler, it’s a completely different story.

But what did we see continuously throughout the day?  Parents with toddlers and other young children without ear defenders.  It’s not as though every couple of minutes during the amazingly long walk from the car parks to the entrance you weren’t bombarded with recorded messages about how you should get some ear defenders for your young children because of the very high level of noise throughout the day.  They have thousands, probably tens of thousands of ear defenders on sale throughout the day, and they only cost a few quid.  Did we see many kids with them on?  No, of course not.

Were people coming to this show expecting the aircraft to be quiet, like a hybrid car?  Yeah, of course.  We all know that the Avro Vulcan was a really quiet bomber, and the Argentinians didn’t see (or hear!) it coming!  And that the aforementioned F-22A Raptor, because it has stealth technology, is now completely silent like an unmanned drone!  Or that the sheer size of the Boeing B-52 Stratofortress means that it’s as quiet as a mouse!  Did people really come to this expecting it to be a quiet day out?

Not only that, but the “crowd line” is quite literally just that: a few wooden sticks with a bit of rope at about my waist height.  High enough that a kid could run underneath it.  Were parents paying attention to their kids?  Do parents ever really do that?  One year, I swear it’s going to happen that a kid breaks free of the crowd and runs towards the runway.  Yeah, let’s see those parents sue the MOD.  Let’s seem them (undoubtedly) win and the organisers are then required to put 10 foot high fences up, topped with barbed wire so that no-one can get past.  We might as well just line the road outside RAF Fairford.  Why bother even letting us in to see the static displays?  Nah, just keep everyone out!  All because someone didn’t bother paying attention to their kid, who should have been…hmm, let me think…their own responsibility.  It’s going to happen, I tell you.

I have a specific example of the noise problem.

Responsible parenting

The guy above has ear defenders on his kid, and he’s lifting his kid up to give a better view of a display of how modern aircraft technology is used to bomb a base.  In fact, I think it was a strategic demonstration of what the RAF are doing in Afghanistan.  Absolutely fine.  If I was that kid I would be expecting my Father to lift me up to show me this thing.  I would also expect to have my ears covered.  I’d be loving every minute of what was going on, but I wouldn’t be in any pain.

Unfortunately I don’t have a picture of the flipside, as I was spending too much time taking pictures of the aircraft I was there to see.  However, directly in front of me was a family of three.  Two parents and one toddler who couldn’t have been more than 2 years old.  The boy’s Father barely paid the slightest bit of attention to the kid or his wife, he spent most of his time fiddling with his camera.  This kid’s mother was more interested in the aircraft too.  Especially so when the Harrier Jump Jet did its signature vertical hovering (thrust vectoring if you doubt my understanding of such things!) immediately in front of the crowd.  She was so engrossed in this, and the noise from this thing barely 20 metres away was so loud that she couldn’t see or hear her toddler screaming his damn head off, and seemingly ignored it clawing desperately at her leg in what looked like pain caused by the noise.

I just don’t get it.  Why would you bring your 2 year old kid to what is considered to be Europe’s (possibly the world’s) biggest military airshow, sit 10 meters back from the crowd line and leave your kid to scream in pain without ear defenders.  Candidates for parents of the year, you think?

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Friday5 for 23rd July: Fresh and Fruity

July 23rd, 2010 by Clarice received No Comments »

Here be the Friday5 for July 23rd 2010 on the subject of Fresh and Fruity.

1. Besides plain, what’s your favorite way to eat an apple?
I don’t really eat my apples any other way than plain.  I have to cut them up to eat them, but they’re still plain.  Every so often I’ll use this microwavable apple cooker that we have to decore the apple, then cook it for a few minutes with some sugar cubes and a bit of cinnamon.  Very nice in the winter when it’s chilly out.

2. Besides plain, what’s your favorite way to eat berries?
Again, plain largely.  Nothing wrong with naked fruit.  They do always look nice in yogurt though.

3. Besides plain, what’s your favorite way to eat a banana?
I’m not the world’s greatest fan of bananas, but I do them, normally plain.  However, I have been known to have them sliced up with chocolate spread in a toasted sandwich.

4. Besides plain, what’s your favorite way to eat a peach?
I never eat peaches.  They’re not my favourite, but they taste okay if they’re part of the Muller Fruit Corner yogurt.

5. Besides plain, what’s your favorite way to eat a pineapple?
Just plain.  How can anyone do anything to a pineapple?  Any thing other than plain is just heresy.  However, I do like the taste and texture when they’ve been cooked onto a Pizza.

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Did you eat a bowl of stupid for breakfast? Part ...

July 22nd, 2010 by Clarice received No Comments »

This is quite a simple one I think, but it relates to a previous incident – the Short Man Syndrome one to be precise.

It’s the incident in that article that says I installed some stuff on a machine and it went just fine.  It did go just fine, however I’ve found a picture that I remember taking while I was doing it, and it made me go OMGWTFBBQ!!!?!?!??!

Click for biggerism

Yeah, it would seem that HP have a different idea of what 100% looks like when it’s graphically represented using progress bars.  Not only a different idea to the rest of the world, but different to whomever did the top progress bar there.  When you clicked on OK, it went on like it was finished, and in fact the printer driver install was finished and worked just fine.

Don’t people test these things before they get released to the public?

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The Funke Family: Part Seven

July 20th, 2010 by Clarice received 1 Comment »

Previously we had family members related in two ways, and it was getting a little messy.

Treat her like a laydee

Blake’s now a young adult, so treat her like a lady.

And Carol's now a fully fledged adult

She was doing well in the Music career, which is good stuff, but she was considering if she should do more with her life than just play the gee-tar.

Voyerism 101

Irene was trying to screw Dustin, but Carol seemed to have this desperate desire to watch.  I found that a little creepy.

Sink or vom?

Good choice woman, very good choice.  Nothing worse than upchucking into the sink while it’s spraying water everywhere.

Let's cement this relationship

With denture cement, maybe.

Keep that cell phone next to your foetus!

It’ll be win all round.

Err, yeah, so, I'm, like, a bit pregnant, right?

Another bit of child support if they don’t get hitched pretty soon.

That one, behind us...she's a bit speshul

Blake spent some quality time with her father, gossiping about her siblings.

A little too late

But it was a little too late to get to know her Father.  While Blake was still young, Irene still pregnant and engaged, Dustin popped his clogs.  It was devastating for Irene, but relief for Blake to a degree as the situation was getting weird.  Her Father would also have been her uncle had he and Irene got married.

Wake me up before you go go

Blake didn’t want to cope with the idea of a new kid joining the family that would remind her of her Father and be both another niece/nephew as well as a brother/sister, so she moved out.  Damn, some families need some therapy.

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More of this, please…

July 17th, 2010 by Clarice received No Comments »

Awesomesticks.

Please accept my apologies, I’m not available to answer to real life this weekend.

This is due to being in a part of the world currently occupied by billions of pounds worth of military and civilian aircraft.

I hope to see something like the following again…

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Did you eat a bowl of stupid for breakfast? Part ...

July 15th, 2010 by Clarice received No Comments »

A small disclaimer: there is nothing wrong with people not knowing how to use computers.

There is something wrong with people who do not know how to use computers and then apply (and subsequently get) a job which uses them a lot.  It’s especially irritating when it states in the advert the computing skills are hugely important, and even more irritating when the person doing the recruiting doesn’t sit them down at a computer for a timed test.

One day there was a phone call.  I answered, and a new member of staff with a really bad attitude was on the other end.  She started saying something about how the computer she was using was infected with viruses, how she didn’t cause it and how it must be fixed now.  I asked her how she knew it was infected, and she said that it had come up on the screen.  I asked if it was our official virus scanner, at which point she got even shittier with me and said that she was leaving the computer and that I must go and fix it immediately.

So I decided to bite on this one and have a look.  You see, there was some history with this woman.  She’d only arrived about a month to six weeks before hand and been nothing but rude to people.  She had been given accommodation to stay in, and when she arrived she was very shitty towards someone that I knew saying that it was unacceptable that no-one had helped her to move in.  To any reasonable human being, that statement’s just whack.  Why would anyone help you move in?  Surely if you need help then you ask for it, right?  She was then shitty with exactly the same person about the fact that she hadn’t been provided with crockery to use.  And that’s everyone else’s problem, how?  After everything got into swing in September she would always be exceptionally rude to everyone in our department, making demands, never saying please or thank you.  She got pretty much the same deal back from us.

She would send us e-mails with the subject of “UREGENT”, would complain about the speed of copying files to a USB stick, say that toolbars had gone missing (when she’d moved them), she didn’t understand the idea of sorting by date in e-mail, and complain that deleted messages with a line through them in the inbox “looked messy”.  In fact, here’s what it said…

Also I have a problem with my email inbox.  It seems to have become impossible for me to move files to different folders and when it does so, it doesn’t eliminate them, but just puts a line through them, which leaves my inbox cluttered and looking very messy.  Is there anything that can be done about?

Sure there is, click on “Purge deleted”.  It’s not as though there wasn’t a help file for the front end e-mail systems we used, but don’t forget kids, the users never look at those, they expect someone else to fix the problem for them!  Having had and seen other people have truly horrible experiences with this woman we were totally shocked when she announced that she was getting married.  I couldn’t believe anyone would choose to put up with such a vile person for the rest of their life.

Anyway, I digress, back to my original thing about a virus infected machine.

So, I went up to this computer that she’d been using to see what she was talking about.  I’d already figured it out on the way there, that it wouldn’t be the AV software we used because her description didn’t fit.

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Somehow, she’d managed to strongly infect [sic] her machine.  Now, I’ve been using computers since I was a toddler, and I’ve had the internet at home since 1997.  I don’t ever recall clicking on anything to bring up a message like that.  And when I’ve seen kids do it, it’s because they’ve been on questionable websites.  Unfortunately I never did find out what she had been looking at when this appeared on her screen.  Anyway, it was one of these bullshit messages which tries to get people to install viruses on their machines and then pay for a removal tool which doesn’t work.

And this is why people should have timed tests on computers before they are employed.  I’m not just talking about using Office, but also the way of the internet.  If they can’t do things or don’t know how to resolve very simple issues on a computer (like the one above), then maybe they should look for a job elsewhere.  If too many people are absolutely clueless and are being let loose on computers, then it just wastes the time of the people who are in the IT department.  They have to spend more time holding the hands of the user, and less time doing things that are really important, and genuinely “UREGENT”.  And if the IT department can’t work on the things that are important, then everything falls apart, who will be complaining then?

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The Funke Family: Part Six

July 13th, 2010 by Clarice received 1 Comment »

Previously, on The Funkes, boys were getting married, girls were becoming women and the matriarch died.

Irene seeks comfort

Irene sought comfort with a friend of the family after the death of her Mother.  A very special form of comfort.

Sabrinaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Dear old Sabrina was gone, and now having seen the grave in the garden Dustin could join in with Irene’s grief.

The comforting nature of a bed

Neither of them seemed to care that Dustin was Sabrina’s former flame or that he fathered at least one kid.

A little less comforting now?

Vomit, or answer the phone?  I think you made the right choice Irene.

Someone grows up, I assume Adonis.

Irene was rather too absorbed with her new man to notice that her Son was getting ever closer to adulthood.

Err...guess what?

He seems a little…you know, surprised?

New pregnancy, new haircut

At some point during her pregnancy I changed her look, and seemingly the fact that she’s in labour is secondary to that.

Oh baby

She had a girl.  No, the name escapes me.  Now, this is getting a little awkward.  This little baby here was not only a niece for dear old Blake, but also her half sister.

Motherhood takes its toll

It would seem that being stuck at home all day has made Irene go a little mental.

Don't they grow up so fast?!

And before we know it, Irene’s latest kid is already a toddler.  You know, I have a feeling that I called this kid Dustina.

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Friday5 for 9th July 2010: I Want the Fairy Tale

July 9th, 2010 by Clarice received No Comments »

Here’s this week’s Friday5 called “I Want the Fairy Tale”.  At first I wasn’t going to do this one because it wasn’t my thing.  Read as: the TF2 Engineer update has just come out and I was more interested in that.  Also, everyone else seems to be answering these questions with things like “My Husband’s my knight in shining armour”, and the sickly ones about how their Mother is the Fairy Godmother.  Yeah, IRL mine is on both of those counts, but we’re talking about fairy tales here.  So fuck all the sickly-sweet vomit inducing arse-kissing, let us have a little fairy tale.

1. In the fairy tale of your life, who is the knight in shining armor?

2. In the fairy tale of your life, who is the evil villain?
This guy I used to work with, well I didn’t even really work with him, rather I came in contact with him in the course of my work.  I don’t think I have ever disliked someone so much.

3. In the fairy tale of your life, who is the loyal, comedic sidekick?
Patrick Jane - who wouldn’t want him as the funny sidekick?

4. In the fairy tale of your life, what comes right after “Once upon a time…?”
“…there was a girl who thought she knew what she wanted.”

5. In the fairy tale of your life, who is the fairy godmother?
This requires no explanation.

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