Attack of the ROP's

All this week I’ve been getting phone calls from friends, friends of friends, people who say they’re related to me and people who I think must have seen “call this number if you have a computer problem” on a bathroom stall. It pretty much goes along these lines:

Random odd person: “Hi, I’m [Insert ROP’s name here] and I know [Insert another ROP’s name here]. How are you?”
Me: “I’m good, how are you?”
ROP: “Good, good… But I’m umm, having some problems with my computer.”
Me: *Puts down phone and bangs head into table*
ROP: “Hello?”

They’re all calling because they have the Sobig.F virus on their computer and have no idea what to do. I try to talk them through the process of getting rid of it, but in the end I sigh and tell them to drop over their case. It’s actually a lot less time consuming that way. All I’ve received so far is a bottle of cheap red wine for my effort.

For those that haven’t noticed it in my right hand side menu yet, I’ve added linkpool to my site. It’s sort of like a mini link blog, but it’s used across various sites and they pool their interesting links together.

The new Ikea magazine has just been placed before me, so I must go now and plan fantasy kitchens and lounge rooms. 🙂

The hairy tomato

Do you know what really sucks when I’m sick? Having to clean out the fridge when I’m feeling better because no one else has bothered to do it. I swear one of the old sweet potatoes told the hairy tomato to bite my arm off if I disturbed their precious world that is the bottom of our fridge. Or maybe it was the lettuce?

I’m getting really into cooking lately. Not that I didn’t cook before, I always have, but due to me not being able to eat half of the things in cooking books my range of things to cook was limited. Lately I’ve been watching some of Jamie Oliver�s shows, and I really like that little naked chef that uses a handful of salt on everything.

My back (well it’s my hip really, but I’ve got so used to calling it that) is killing me this week, especially at night. I’ll sleep for about 3 hours then wake up in pain and not be able to go back to sleep, so I get up and wait for a pain killer kick in. Last night I took a different pain killer and slept 7 hours straight, you have no idea how happy I am today because of it. Sleep is good.

Speaking of medical things, am I the only one that is freaked out by that guy on the PBS government sponsored TVC that tells us not to fill prescription medications in Australia? He was the worst choice for it, I want to beat that guy with his prescription pad when he goes on about not filling prescription medications. Some people could take that literally and become sick because of it, and personally I think he needs to take more of his prescription medications.

Quick to assume

Why are people so quick to assume things they know nothing about?

Take this form mail I got today… “your face doesn’t seem symmetrical enough for you to ever have been a model. strange. but, i guess we can be whoever, online.” – lung smeltzer@lexingrad.net. I replied with “are you calling me a liar? I was marketed as a high fashion runway model, the focus isn’t a perfectly symmetrical face, but a slim body that the clothes look fantastic on. You shouldn’t assume things you know nothing about sweetheart.”

I’m fine with people having opinions about me and the things I say, everyone is entitled to that, but assuming things then calling me a flat out liar isn’t right. What’s next, someone saying they don’t think I’m in Australia because there’s no fucking kangaroo’s in my pictures?

One year

Kitta.net is one year old today! They grow up so quickly, one minute you’re pondering over a domain name, next your re-newing it, and then before you know it’s all grown up. *sniffles*

No seriously, I feel like I should say something, yet nothing comes to mind. All I’ll say is that this last year has been kick ass. I’ve met people who have made me laugh, hosted a some cool people, had people email me thousands upon thousand of emails. Some sweet, some oddly interesting, others just fucked up. But it’s all good. I’ve also met some amazing people and made some good friends through this website.

I look forward to entertaining you all for the next few years in my little corner of the web. 🙂

I can do the clap dance

I haven’t been feeling to well today, I think I have a throat infection or something, feels like I ate glass. Soothers are my friend today. I fixed my xml feed yesterday. Greymatter and xml really don’t like each other and I wish I could have more then 2 entries on the feed, but I don’t know if you can do that with Greymatter. I have to show you this photo I took of Harry after he had a bath yesterday…

All images are copyright 2004

He looks so proud of himself because he took a bath

I was watching Oprah today, which I don’t normally do but this show caught my attention while I was channel surfing. She was doing a ‘my favorite things for spring’ show where she gives her audience free stuff like hp color printers/digital cameras, the roomba vacuum cleaner, iPods and all this other stuff. Damn, I wish I had been in that audience. Although I have to agree with Ernie, half the audience did look insane, I think it was due to the amount of free crap they were getting. Overloaded their brains. Funny thing is the ladies were so happy to hear they were getting some applesauce, yet when she mentioned the iPods they really didn’t know what to think. Then she said how much it cost and they realized it wasn’t just some kids toy, so they went insane. Only the guys in the audience understood what an iPod meant.

I even perfected the clap dance they do, and you can do it too. All you do is jump up and down clapping the palms of your hands together and scream when someone gives your free stuff. It’ll be all the rage in clubs next week.

Here’s a few links that entertained me today…
If this was real, I’d so want one.
Damn these bubbles, burst I say, burst!
Half life, the movie?!

ROTFL

ROTFLTHTSASTCMMMWIATIHEPMASCTPA
TTMTMHAAOTIYFYSFPOSWYLJTMMLTMYB

(Rolling On The Floor Laughing Too Hard To Stop And Scaring The Cat, Meanwhile My Mom Walked In And Thought I Had Eaten Poisonous Mushrooms And She Called The Paramedics And They Took Me Too Mad House And All Of This Is Your Fault You Stupid Fathead Piece Of Shit With Your Lame Jokes That Make Me Laugh This Much You Bastard)

Black Pasta

I tried to burn down the kitchen today. I was cooking some pasta for dinner when I left it for what I swear was only 10 minutes to fix my printer. Must have been much more than 10 minutes, because as I was busy installing new drivers I smelt smoke and rushed back to my now black pasta’s aid. I now have two things to do tomorrow…

  • 1. Work out why the bloody smoke alarm never went off even though the kitchen was full of smoke.
  • 2. Find something that will get the black off the pot because I’ve been told to clean it and get it back to it’s former pot glory. Oh won’t that be fun.

Oi dingo!

I’ve made up my own new aussie word. Well, it’s an existing word but I’ve been using it in sentences a lot at in certain situations. The situation being when people grab food off my plate while I’m eating, which really bugs me (meaning if you ever are next to me while I’m eating, don’t bloody do it!). Lately whenever anyone does it I say loudly “Oi, leave it alone you dingo!” and add an evil look in the direction of the dingo in question. Why call them a dingo? Because dingo’s are know in Australia for stealing food from campsites in Queensland (and also babies), so I thought it was the perfect word to use. Feel free to use it yourself.

A+

An English professor at an American University stood up and said “Today we will experiment with a new form of composition called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. One of you will then write the first paragraph of a short story. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth. Remember to reread what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking and anything you wish to say must be written on the paper. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached.” The following was actually turned in by two of his English students, Rebecca and Gary…

(First paragraph by Rebecca)
At first, Laurie couldn’t decide which kind of tea she wanted. The camomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked camomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So camomile was out of the question.

(Second paragraph by Gary)
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. “A.S. Harris to Geostation 17,” he said into his transgalactic communicator “Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far…” But before he could sign off, a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship’s cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.

(Rebecca)
He bumped his head and died almost immediately but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. “Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel,” Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. “Why must one lose one’s innocence to become a woman?” she pondered wistfully.

(Gary)
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu’udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu’udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. “We can’t allow this! I’m going to veto that treaty! Let’s blow ’em out of the sky!”

(Rebecca)
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.

(Gary)
Yeah? Well, you’re a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. “Oh shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of FUCKING TEA??? Oh no, I’m an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels.”

(Rebecca)
Asshole.

(Gary)
Bitch.

(Rebecca)
Wanker.

(Gary)
Slut.

(Rebecca)
Get fucked.

(Gary)
Eat shit.

(Rebecca)
FUCK YOU – YOU NEANDERTHAL!!!

(Gary)
Go drink some tea – whore.

(Teacher)
A+ – I really liked this one.