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Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Thecus® Unveils the N0204 miniNAS Device
"The tiny RAID-enabled portable network storage device with big ideas" |
Measuring a tiny 132 x 88 x 63 mm exterior, one could easily mistake the N0204 as a regular external hard drive. But look closer and you will see a very capable two-bay NAS device that fits right in the palm of your hand. The N0204 houses two 2.5” SATA hard disks, providing up to 1TB of storage. You can manage this storage with your choice of RAID 0, 1, and JBOD, making the N0204 the most robust pocketable storage device in existence. And because its drive bays are hot-swappable and feature auto-rebuild, you can change a hard disk without powering down the unit. The N0204 even comes with Thecus®’ Nsync for remote replication as well as the Thecus® Backup Utility for total data security. With huge storage, RAID functionality, and advanced data safeguards packed into a tiny device, the N0204 miniNAS is in a class all its own.
Tiny but mighty, the N0204 comes with many of the features and functionality possessed by its much larger cousins. For starters, the N0204 can function as a complete media hub with its built-in iTunes server, photo web server, and media server. With the built-in media server, you can enjoy your videos, pictures, and music with the N0204 by using any DLNA compliant media players. Plug in a USB web cam, and the N0204 turns into the world’s tiniest home surveillance server, allowing you to preview, capture and schedule image snapshots up to 640 x 480. Add to that support for both Windows and MAC OS operating systems and a whole new user friendly Windows Utility to easily set up and link the N0204 with your PC, and you’ve got some serious storage that you can whip out of your pocket and plug into virtually any network.
The N0204 miniNAS is a marvel of engineering. With advanced energy-saving capabilities, the N0204 only uses between 25~30% of the power compared to traditional two-bay NAS devices. You can even schedule power on/off for better power management. The N0204 also features whisper-quiet cooling, which means low temperatures and even lower noise during daily operation. A convenient USB 2.0 port in the front and the one-touch copy allow you to copy the contents of a USB storage device to the N0204 with a single button press. You can also copy data from the N0204 to any USB disk for data exchange. The N0204 supports USB printers, external hard disks, USB web cam, and even works with USB WLAN adaptors, allowing you to give this tiny NAS device wireless capability.
A complete NAS device in a form factor smaller than a paperback book, the N0204 miniNAS proves that great things do indeed come in tiny packages.
"When we tell people what the N0204 miniNAS can do, the most common reaction is disbelief followed by awe,” notes Thecus General Manager Florence Shih. "We've essentially created a fully-functional NAS device in a package that you can take anywhere. With the N0204, you can enjoy the power and convenience of NAS storage anywhere life takes you."
For more information on the N0204, check out:
http://www.thecus.com/products_over.php?cid=12&pid=137&set_language=english
About Thecus®
Thecus® Technology Corp. specializes in IP Storage Server solutions, including Network Attached Storage (NAS) , DAS, External Storage and Wireless Media NAS (Bank ) products. The company was established in 2004 with the mission to make technology as transparent and easy-to-use as possible, and to make products that are not only the best on the market, but are accessible to experts and novices alike. With a best-in-class R&D team highly experienced in storage hardware and Linux software and with a keen customer focus, Thecus® stays close to the market to develop high-quality products to fulfill the storage Server needs of today's world.
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Friday, July 21, 2006
I'm Back!!!!
I don't know where I was to be able to be back from it but I can assure you that back I am from somewhere that I do not know where it was that I was.
Monday, April 11, 2005
Farewell
Right, this whole blogging thing is starting to bore me for two reasons.
First, I cannot be bothered to update the blog anymore. It was fun and exciting to begin with, but now it is old and boring and everyone is doing it so there is no Elitism attached to it. I am like a kid that discards his favourite toy because it has become old and boring.
Secondly, as I mentioned in a previous post there are precious few decent blogs out there and having to wade through mountians of crap to get the odd decent one is a waste of my time and I would rather poke red hot needles into my eyes then read another blog on George Bush.
I don't know if I will update this blog again, maybe I will and maybe I won't.
Not that anyone reads it anyway.
Bye bye cruel world.
First, I cannot be bothered to update the blog anymore. It was fun and exciting to begin with, but now it is old and boring and everyone is doing it so there is no Elitism attached to it. I am like a kid that discards his favourite toy because it has become old and boring.
Secondly, as I mentioned in a previous post there are precious few decent blogs out there and having to wade through mountians of crap to get the odd decent one is a waste of my time and I would rather poke red hot needles into my eyes then read another blog on George Bush.
I don't know if I will update this blog again, maybe I will and maybe I won't.
Not that anyone reads it anyway.
Bye bye cruel world.
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
My car has been sold.
It is a sad day. I have sold my beloved car. I like to think it is going to a better place, to pastures green but I know it will not be loved as much as I have loved it. We have had our differences. I wished it to be sleek and sexy, fuel efficient and fast, to have good aircon and a CD player, but my Betsy wanted to be big, brown and noisy. She never kept me cool in the summer, her aircon was about as much use as a dildo in a nunnery but still I drove her. She drank more petrol than any other car and pumped out the same levels of Co2 as a small Eastern European country but I drove her.
Now, she has gone. All I have to remember her by are a few photos, and her licence plates which I have to hand over to the authorities.
I will miss you Betsy, you were a good car even with all of your problems.
Gawd bless ya girlie, and please don't break down on your new owner.
Now, she has gone. All I have to remember her by are a few photos, and her licence plates which I have to hand over to the authorities.
I will miss you Betsy, you were a good car even with all of your problems.
Gawd bless ya girlie, and please don't break down on your new owner.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Friday, March 18, 2005
How I Snogged my English Teacher
Now, for all those lovely ladies who requested my story of how I snogged my English
teacher, here is the concluding part. Enjoy....
She reached out her hand and gently took hold of mine and brought it up to her breast. My hand touched her nipple and she let out a slight moan and I could feel the nipple slowly getting hard under my sweaty palm. It was beginning to rise like a loaf of bread in a bakers oven, slow and hot. I started to rub it gently caressing it and tweaking. Making motions as if I were tuning a wireless to Radio Tokyo. I reached out with my other hand and grabbed the other boobie and started kneading it like dough. I looked down at what I was doing and it was good. Teacher was arching her back, maoning gently as I worked on her. Kneading, rubbing, tweaking, flicking, pinching, pushing, pulling then finally, I bent down and engulfed a whole huge nipple in my mouth and began to suck like there was no tomorrow. She tasted so good and smelt fresh which was a relief because Tracy from the local girls school up the road smelt like week old kippers and tasted of vinegar, but then she would let anyone do anything to her for a cigarette and a pack on Monster Munch and you can't really complain with that kind of price tag.
After a few minutes of this she sat up and pushed me away and proceeded to remove her skirt to reveal a pair of white cotton panties. The damp patch was already visible and the camel toe unmistakable. This was one hell of a woman. She bent down to her knees and gently unzipped my slacks and reached in to grab my beast. You must understand that my beast was not your normal everyday variety. No. This was something special. It had a big blue vein running down the shaft and bulging purple head. She gasped as it sprung loose and pointed at her with it's one evil eye glinting in the afternoon sunlight. I gently urged it forward and she opened her mouth to accept it's massiveness. It felt good. Like an ice cream on a hot summers day. It was right. She started to suck and lick, and little groaning sounds escaped her lips once in a while. As she worked on it she reached up and grabbed hold of my balls and rubbed gently. She began bit by bit to take more and more of me into her mouth until she was all the way to the base of the shaft. Not only was this woman beautiful, sexy and intelligent she was also very, very talented. We carried on like this for what seemed like an eternity, then she suddenly stopped, stood up and removed her panties. There was nothing to compare. It was gorgeous. A perfect landing strip and not a single sign of 5 o'clock shadow. I was impressed and made a mental note to ask her how she did that once this was over.
She bent forward on the table and looked back at me and in a strong stern voice demanded that I penetrate her and finish my detention. Who was I to argue? She was a teacher and I had to obey. I stepped forward and slid the beast into her hot wet tight pulsating love mound and began to thrust. In and out it went. faster and faster. Hot buttocks slapping on me, her udders swinging freely. Faster, faster, harder, harder. Building up to an un-avoidable crescendo. Then finally with one last super human effort I pulled out and shot my filthy love juice all over her back. It kept on flowing, like Krakatoa. My hot man lava pumping out in a seemingly never ending torrent. Then it was over. I stood back to admire my handy work. The beast now slowly falling asleep, earning his well deserved rest. Teacher stood up and turned to me in all her naked glory. She looked at me and for a moment there was silence. She reached around and touched her back then looked at her hand. It glistened wet in the light. Then she slowly licked her fingers. Finally, she gazed at me and told me to leave. I tucked the old chap back into his hammock, grabbed my
bag and left.
The next day I went to school with excitement. English was my first lesson. I sat at my desk knowing waht had taken place there a day before. We waited for teacher then the door opened and the headmaster walked in. He stood at the head of the class and informed us that teacher had suddenly left the school and would not be back. They were all surprised by this turn of events and he wold be taking our classes for the rest of the year. I made a mental note not to misbehave myself in his class. I didn't think I would like detention with him quite as much.
teacher, here is the concluding part. Enjoy....
She reached out her hand and gently took hold of mine and brought it up to her breast. My hand touched her nipple and she let out a slight moan and I could feel the nipple slowly getting hard under my sweaty palm. It was beginning to rise like a loaf of bread in a bakers oven, slow and hot. I started to rub it gently caressing it and tweaking. Making motions as if I were tuning a wireless to Radio Tokyo. I reached out with my other hand and grabbed the other boobie and started kneading it like dough. I looked down at what I was doing and it was good. Teacher was arching her back, maoning gently as I worked on her. Kneading, rubbing, tweaking, flicking, pinching, pushing, pulling then finally, I bent down and engulfed a whole huge nipple in my mouth and began to suck like there was no tomorrow. She tasted so good and smelt fresh which was a relief because Tracy from the local girls school up the road smelt like week old kippers and tasted of vinegar, but then she would let anyone do anything to her for a cigarette and a pack on Monster Munch and you can't really complain with that kind of price tag.
After a few minutes of this she sat up and pushed me away and proceeded to remove her skirt to reveal a pair of white cotton panties. The damp patch was already visible and the camel toe unmistakable. This was one hell of a woman. She bent down to her knees and gently unzipped my slacks and reached in to grab my beast. You must understand that my beast was not your normal everyday variety. No. This was something special. It had a big blue vein running down the shaft and bulging purple head. She gasped as it sprung loose and pointed at her with it's one evil eye glinting in the afternoon sunlight. I gently urged it forward and she opened her mouth to accept it's massiveness. It felt good. Like an ice cream on a hot summers day. It was right. She started to suck and lick, and little groaning sounds escaped her lips once in a while. As she worked on it she reached up and grabbed hold of my balls and rubbed gently. She began bit by bit to take more and more of me into her mouth until she was all the way to the base of the shaft. Not only was this woman beautiful, sexy and intelligent she was also very, very talented. We carried on like this for what seemed like an eternity, then she suddenly stopped, stood up and removed her panties. There was nothing to compare. It was gorgeous. A perfect landing strip and not a single sign of 5 o'clock shadow. I was impressed and made a mental note to ask her how she did that once this was over.
She bent forward on the table and looked back at me and in a strong stern voice demanded that I penetrate her and finish my detention. Who was I to argue? She was a teacher and I had to obey. I stepped forward and slid the beast into her hot wet tight pulsating love mound and began to thrust. In and out it went. faster and faster. Hot buttocks slapping on me, her udders swinging freely. Faster, faster, harder, harder. Building up to an un-avoidable crescendo. Then finally with one last super human effort I pulled out and shot my filthy love juice all over her back. It kept on flowing, like Krakatoa. My hot man lava pumping out in a seemingly never ending torrent. Then it was over. I stood back to admire my handy work. The beast now slowly falling asleep, earning his well deserved rest. Teacher stood up and turned to me in all her naked glory. She looked at me and for a moment there was silence. She reached around and touched her back then looked at her hand. It glistened wet in the light. Then she slowly licked her fingers. Finally, she gazed at me and told me to leave. I tucked the old chap back into his hammock, grabbed my
bag and left.
The next day I went to school with excitement. English was my first lesson. I sat at my desk knowing waht had taken place there a day before. We waited for teacher then the door opened and the headmaster walked in. He stood at the head of the class and informed us that teacher had suddenly left the school and would not be back. They were all surprised by this turn of events and he wold be taking our classes for the rest of the year. I made a mental note not to misbehave myself in his class. I didn't think I would like detention with him quite as much.
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Reqested post....
This post is dedicated to ms.Mac....
First I would like to start by saying that I went to the Foster's Australian GP and it was wonderful. The best way to see the GP is getting free grand stand tickets courtesy of those lovely people at Foster's. Suffice to say it was loud, I got sunburnt and I loved every minute of it.
As some of you may be aware I am getting married to Drainbrain soon, and that is something that I am looking forward to with a large amount of excitement, a pinch of fear and general dose of disbelief.
Lastly, I would like to confess about how I snogged my English teacher when I was a lad at school in England. Let me set the scene. It was a hot summers day, Friday afternoon if memory serves me right. We were all eagerly awaiting the end of class and to dash of home to cool down. Kids were fidgeting and causing trouble, getting restless in the sweaty heat. Then someone threw a pen at me and as it clattered on the desk the teacher look up and with a sultry gaze upon me she seductively asked me to stay behind after class. Needless to say I was most upset at this turn of events, though part of me got excited at the prospect of spending some time alone with this horny she bitch with looks that would melt a polar ice cap. She had legs that went all the way up to her thighs!! A bust like no man had ever seen before. Firm, bouncy and extremely large. Whatever man played with those puppies was the luckiest guy on earth. And lips that said she could suck start a Harley. Maybe detention wasn't such a bad thing after all.
Time seemed to drag and eventually the bell rang and the class emptied faster than a drunks bladder after 10 pints of beer. I looked up at teacher with fear and excitement. She closed the door and pulled the blinds down, and I started to get excited. My manhood bulging in my polyester slacks. She walked over to me with a sway in her hips that would put any hypnotist to shame. She sat down on the corner of the table and looked down at me and in the softest whisper told me how bad I had been and that I needed to be punished. All I could do was gulp and stare at her wobbly schnorks. She stood up and and with an evil glint in her eye, un-buttoned her blouse, then removed her bra. It was like a holy beacon lighting up the sky. Those massive mammaries wobbling gently from her body movement. Now I finally believed in divine intervention, for only God himself could create such perfection and allow a 16 year old school boy to have a fiddle...
That's all for now. Depending on how many comments I get I might be persuaded to complete the story.
First I would like to start by saying that I went to the Foster's Australian GP and it was wonderful. The best way to see the GP is getting free grand stand tickets courtesy of those lovely people at Foster's. Suffice to say it was loud, I got sunburnt and I loved every minute of it.
As some of you may be aware I am getting married to Drainbrain soon, and that is something that I am looking forward to with a large amount of excitement, a pinch of fear and general dose of disbelief.
Lastly, I would like to confess about how I snogged my English teacher when I was a lad at school in England. Let me set the scene. It was a hot summers day, Friday afternoon if memory serves me right. We were all eagerly awaiting the end of class and to dash of home to cool down. Kids were fidgeting and causing trouble, getting restless in the sweaty heat. Then someone threw a pen at me and as it clattered on the desk the teacher look up and with a sultry gaze upon me she seductively asked me to stay behind after class. Needless to say I was most upset at this turn of events, though part of me got excited at the prospect of spending some time alone with this horny she bitch with looks that would melt a polar ice cap. She had legs that went all the way up to her thighs!! A bust like no man had ever seen before. Firm, bouncy and extremely large. Whatever man played with those puppies was the luckiest guy on earth. And lips that said she could suck start a Harley. Maybe detention wasn't such a bad thing after all.
Time seemed to drag and eventually the bell rang and the class emptied faster than a drunks bladder after 10 pints of beer. I looked up at teacher with fear and excitement. She closed the door and pulled the blinds down, and I started to get excited. My manhood bulging in my polyester slacks. She walked over to me with a sway in her hips that would put any hypnotist to shame. She sat down on the corner of the table and looked down at me and in the softest whisper told me how bad I had been and that I needed to be punished. All I could do was gulp and stare at her wobbly schnorks. She stood up and and with an evil glint in her eye, un-buttoned her blouse, then removed her bra. It was like a holy beacon lighting up the sky. Those massive mammaries wobbling gently from her body movement. Now I finally believed in divine intervention, for only God himself could create such perfection and allow a 16 year old school boy to have a fiddle...
That's all for now. Depending on how many comments I get I might be persuaded to complete the story.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Most Blogs are Shite
Hello all,
for those of you that care (and I know there are not many) I have not blogged for a while with anything useful because I have had a kind of melancholy come over me with this whole blogging thing. Trying to constantly think up witty and funny things to say is quite hard and I cannot be bothered to type things like what I ate for breakfast. Also, looking around at other blogs I have come to the conclusion that about 99% of the blogs out there are either political rants, adverts or just so boring that I wonder why these people bother updating their blogs at all. In fact, I think I feel a rant coming on.
First, let's deal with these political blogs. Why? No one reads your crappy little take on why Dubya Bush is so brilliant, no one in the real world cares. How many Australian or English political blogs are out there? Not many that I have come across. Why? Because we have better things to do than waste our time muttering on about a load of tossy old men in suits that have no sense of reality. And to show how much we don't care about your political rantings, just take a look at your blog and notice how many comments people make. NONE. ZERO. ZIP. NIL. I hate you all. You have taken 30 seconds of my life away from me with your boring sense of self importance and your inability to accept any criticism of your political overlord.
Next we have advertising blogs. You are all shit heads and you do nothing but waste valuable bandwidth. Have a read of what a blog is supposed to be and for God's sake remove all the crappy java and flash plugins from your sites. It's bad enough coming across one of your sites without having to wait 30 seconds for it to bloody well load because you stuff it full of crappy plugins. Yo can all die as far as I am concerned.
Lastly we have boring blogs. I don't care how mundane life is. Buy a paper journal and write in there. You should never be allowed to use a computer ever again unless you are going to drop it in the bath while you are still in it and electrocute yourself.
However, if you are lucky enough to have a link to your blog on my site then you are OK and I am not talking about you. And even if you are not linked then I still may not be talking about you. Those who I am talking about know who they are and had better stop.
for those of you that care (and I know there are not many) I have not blogged for a while with anything useful because I have had a kind of melancholy come over me with this whole blogging thing. Trying to constantly think up witty and funny things to say is quite hard and I cannot be bothered to type things like what I ate for breakfast. Also, looking around at other blogs I have come to the conclusion that about 99% of the blogs out there are either political rants, adverts or just so boring that I wonder why these people bother updating their blogs at all. In fact, I think I feel a rant coming on.
First, let's deal with these political blogs. Why? No one reads your crappy little take on why Dubya Bush is so brilliant, no one in the real world cares. How many Australian or English political blogs are out there? Not many that I have come across. Why? Because we have better things to do than waste our time muttering on about a load of tossy old men in suits that have no sense of reality. And to show how much we don't care about your political rantings, just take a look at your blog and notice how many comments people make. NONE. ZERO. ZIP. NIL. I hate you all. You have taken 30 seconds of my life away from me with your boring sense of self importance and your inability to accept any criticism of your political overlord.
Next we have advertising blogs. You are all shit heads and you do nothing but waste valuable bandwidth. Have a read of what a blog is supposed to be and for God's sake remove all the crappy java and flash plugins from your sites. It's bad enough coming across one of your sites without having to wait 30 seconds for it to bloody well load because you stuff it full of crappy plugins. Yo can all die as far as I am concerned.
Lastly we have boring blogs. I don't care how mundane life is. Buy a paper journal and write in there. You should never be allowed to use a computer ever again unless you are going to drop it in the bath while you are still in it and electrocute yourself.
However, if you are lucky enough to have a link to your blog on my site then you are OK and I am not talking about you. And even if you are not linked then I still may not be talking about you. Those who I am talking about know who they are and had better stop.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
@rse......
It's hot.
The air conditioning is broken
Tomorrow is going to be even hotter.
I am not happy.
The air conditioning is broken
Tomorrow is going to be even hotter.
I am not happy.
Friday, February 11, 2005
I did a poo.....
Today I did a poo, but it was a special poo. It reminded me of a dirty big slug that had attached itself to the milky white bosom of a beautiful young girl just entering her adulthood.
Feel free to complain if you like but that won't change the fact that that's what it looked like.
Feel free to complain if you like but that won't change the fact that that's what it looked like.
Friday, February 04, 2005
Thursday, February 03, 2005
I AM THE TOILET GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Today I have claimed victory. Today cubicle number 2 is MINE!!! After setting up an elaborate non-destructive trap I have determined that I am the only person that enters cubicle number 2 so it is now mine. In retalliation to all the cubicle number 1 users I carefully removed a roll of toilet paper from it's protective outer wrapping and then put the wrapping back into shape and placed it cunningly onto of the number 1 cistern. So you may ask? So, it is because the loaded paper in number 1 was about to run out so when the poor sod would sit down, pull the last 3 sheets off the roll and then reach around for what they thought was a full roll, they will instead be greeted by the sound of crumpling paper and a moment of panic as they realise they have been bested by the toilet master. I can see the face now, the sudden realization that they have to get out of the cubicle to the cupboard get some more paper with their trousers around the ankles without being caught, or wiping with their fingers and hoping to God they can scrape their dirty puss ridden faeces out from under their finger nails.
I am evil. Fear me.
I am evil. Fear me.
Friday, January 28, 2005
READ THIS
This is one of the funniest sites I have read in ages. If you are not in IT or have been at the recieving end of one of these stories then you might not be laughing.
The Bastard Operator From Hell
About Last Night
I went out last night with some friends of mine for dinner. It was a really good evening. We discussed a whole range of topics, from Mr.K's sexuality to computer games and more computer games. I was lied to by the waitress. She said the chicken fillets were small, and so I asked for the main with 2 of them as stated in the menu and when they arrived there was enough to feed the starving nations of the world. But that is not the main point of the this post. Where the fun really started was me needing to release a "Blind Dirt Snake From Cak Canyon". The evening was hot and so I was sweating from the heat but the need to have a huge crap made it almost unbearable. After dinner we were walking back to the car which was conveniently parked a fair distance. This gave me time to start building up some gasses. Now, we went to the trendy part of Melbourne with lots of street cafe's and bars. People were sitting at tables on the pavement enjoying the warm evening and good food and fine wine. Then I come along and walk past them releasing a trail of dirty, foul smelling farts. I have not laughed so much in ages. I believe I may have ruined dinner for at least 50-60 people!!!! It is the simple things in life that I enjoy and letting one rip right next to someone about to take a mouthfull of food is one of the better things I have done.
The evening was topped off by driving home along Chapel Street with the windows wound down, the stereo up maximum and speakers crackling out some very bad Indian music.
So thanks ro Mr K, Mr P and Mr D for a great evening out.
BTW, Mr K & P, if so many peole at your work read this Blog then how's about some of them leaving me some comments???
The evening was topped off by driving home along Chapel Street with the windows wound down, the stereo up maximum and speakers crackling out some very bad Indian music.
So thanks ro Mr K, Mr P and Mr D for a great evening out.
BTW, Mr K & P, if so many peole at your work read this Blog then how's about some of them leaving me some comments???
ok... i have been given a music assignment to do by Cracker Snacker (link in the links section).
Being the good boy that I am, my answers are below.
MY RANDOM TOP TEN SINGLES
1. Bob the Builder - Can We Fix It
2. Gina G - Ooh, Aah Just a Little Bit
3. Whigfield - Sexy Eyes
4. Kermit the Frog - Rainbow Song
5. Bucks Fizz - Making Your Mind Up
6. Demis Roussos - Goodbye My Love, Goodbye
7. The Firm - Star Trekkin'
8 Sarah Brightman - Starship Trooper
9. Steve Vai - For The Love Of God
10. Bathory - Hammerheart
What is the total amount of music files on your computer? 600+
The last CD I bought was: Mickey & Big Tiny Little Finn - Honky Tonk Piano
The last song listened to before this message? Boney M - Brown Girl in the Ring
Write down five songs you often listen to, or that mean alot to you:
1. Joe Satriani - Always With Me, Always With You
2. Ernie - Rubber Ducky
3. Velvet Underground - I'm Sticking With You
4. Tiffany - I Think We're Alone Now
5. Sir Mix-A-Lot - Baby Got Back
Being the good boy that I am, my answers are below.
MY RANDOM TOP TEN SINGLES
1. Bob the Builder - Can We Fix It
2. Gina G - Ooh, Aah Just a Little Bit
3. Whigfield - Sexy Eyes
4. Kermit the Frog - Rainbow Song
5. Bucks Fizz - Making Your Mind Up
6. Demis Roussos - Goodbye My Love, Goodbye
7. The Firm - Star Trekkin'
8 Sarah Brightman - Starship Trooper
9. Steve Vai - For The Love Of God
10. Bathory - Hammerheart
What is the total amount of music files on your computer? 600+
The last CD I bought was: Mickey & Big Tiny Little Finn - Honky Tonk Piano
The last song listened to before this message? Boney M - Brown Girl in the Ring
Write down five songs you often listen to, or that mean alot to you:
1. Joe Satriani - Always With Me, Always With You
2. Ernie - Rubber Ducky
3. Velvet Underground - I'm Sticking With You
4. Tiffany - I Think We're Alone Now
5. Sir Mix-A-Lot - Baby Got Back
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Hi all, time for another post. Not much to say apart from the fact that lately it has been
frickin' hot. So hot, that my throat is as "Dry as a Dead Dingo's Donger" to use an ancient Australian
proverb. I have discovered that I am sweating from places I have never sweated before and trying to fart when your bum crack is full of arse vinegar is a horrific prospect as everytime I let one go it feels like I have shat myself and I gotta check my underpants.Last night was about 25 degrees which made trying to sleep very uncomfortable but help was at hand in the form of our portable evaporative air conditioner. Having that little baby at the foot of the bed blowing cool air up my legs and onto my "Meat and Two Veg" to quote an ancient British proverb was pure bliss.
Going to the toilet at home in this heat is a nightmare. The slightest bit of effort and you start to sweat so much you slide off the toilet seat. Much to Drainy's chargrin, I sit and hold onto my jobs for as long as possible, and once I have built up enough pressure to burst the Hoover dam I go in and without the need for any assistance I easily give birth to a lovely baby bottom log.
frickin' hot. So hot, that my throat is as "Dry as a Dead Dingo's Donger" to use an ancient Australian
proverb. I have discovered that I am sweating from places I have never sweated before and trying to fart when your bum crack is full of arse vinegar is a horrific prospect as everytime I let one go it feels like I have shat myself and I gotta check my underpants.Last night was about 25 degrees which made trying to sleep very uncomfortable but help was at hand in the form of our portable evaporative air conditioner. Having that little baby at the foot of the bed blowing cool air up my legs and onto my "Meat and Two Veg" to quote an ancient British proverb was pure bliss.
Going to the toilet at home in this heat is a nightmare. The slightest bit of effort and you start to sweat so much you slide off the toilet seat. Much to Drainy's chargrin, I sit and hold onto my jobs for as long as possible, and once I have built up enough pressure to burst the Hoover dam I go in and without the need for any assistance I easily give birth to a lovely baby bottom log.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
GRRRRRR....(part 2)
OK peeps. I promised you another post about the toilet habits of a species of animals called Human beings and here it is (also my last post was rubbish).There are 2 other things that really annoy me when going to the toilet and those are huge massive skid marks in the pan and a "Big Job" floating in a yellow sea of urine and topped off with a generous helping of invisible toilet paper.
First, let's do the skids. We all do it, and don't try and deny it. Sometimes, after a particularly ferocious bowl movement I stand up, and take a step back to admire my handywork. Often I think of it as art, something even Damian Hirst would be proud of. But other times I look on with horror at the foul behemoth that I have unleashed upon the world. After spending some time to take in the sight, I duly grab the brush and scrub away, knowing full well that the next movement could create another unique masterpiece. So why do other people find it so hard to clean up after themselves? It's not a frickin' art exhibition, critics from the London Times, or the New York Post are not going to come and admire your latest masterpiece. NO. The only person that will see it is me, and then I have to look at you muddy corn mix. What makes it worse is that if I am going for a wee, I get the uncontrollable urge to aim for the skid and pray to God that it releases it's hold on the porcelain and slides down into a watery grave. If I am going for plopsies, then I have to waste my time flushing and scrubbing the bowl because you have decided to leave the mundane life as an office clerk and become an artist. Dirty, dirty little bugger.
Next is the most mysterious phenomenon of all. The poo, the wee and the invisible toilet paper (or lack of!). This, not only being disgusting is also a complete mystery to me and I would dearly love to know who creates these. I find it intriguing that you don't need to wipe and am guessing that you may do something which totally abhors and that is the finger test. YES, the finger test. What that involves is dropping your guts then taking one of your clean and unprotected fingers and touchinng your bum hole with it. If it comes away clean you pull up your strides and walk away without flushing. But what if it is not clean? What do you then? Trying to work this one out is amlost like trying to figure out if the Yeti is real. We've seen some evidence but just cannot prove it either way.
There you go, not as much of a rant as last time, probably because it is around 35 outside and the heat is making me sleepy and lethargic. Hope you enjoyed this post and keep the comments coming. I love to read what people think.
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