I have a rather largish living room, half of which is kinda the designated ‘study’ area, so it’s where I have my desk and my PC.  Which means, I can hear when emails come in or when someone ‘pings’ on the MSN (and by ‘ping’ i mean – sends a message to see if you get a response).  Not surprisingly, many of my friends and relatives will use the IM to contact me if I’m online rather than using the landline or the mobile phone as it often gets my attention just as easily as a phone call but doesn’t cost diddly.

But i absolutely hate it when someone ‘pings’  me on the MSN, seemingly with the intention (I would have thought) of starting a conversation and then they promptly fuck off!!   if you ‘pinged’ me, I figure you must with to converse about something – so come on then…. converse!!  Mostly it pisses me off because I will respond to the IM as I would to a phone call – I’ll often stop what I’m doing and come see what you want.
 
So while I love the MSN and find it very convenient and useful and if you wanna chat, then great, I’ll come and chat with you. But don’t fuckin’ rattle my cage as though you’ve got something to say and then bugger off for an indeterminate period of time… that’s just rude.  😐

  

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It’s finally the other side of Christmas and normally this means we can all draw a deep breath and expel a huge sigh of relief that it’s all over…. or at least we could if we’d exercised some level of sound judgment during the present purchasing process.  For it seems I have committed one of the cardinal sins of gift giving, and have given someone in my own household a Noisy Gift.

We’ve all done it in the past – handed over to Someone Else’s Child a gift with such annoyingly noisy attributes as to warrant the destruction of a longterm friendship or perhaps even so terrible as to cause one’s own relatives to disown you!  But never… never .. should one purchase a Noisy Gift for someone who resides in close proximity to yourself.  What on earth was I thinking?  If indeed I was actually, you know… thinking per se.  For I have bought THE Noisy Gift from hell into my home.  Well no I can’t back that it… it weren’t actually ‘from Hell’ as it were… it came from Think Geek to be precise, but it may as well have come from Hell.  😐

I had wracked my brain for something to buy for Mr K this year, and normally I end up buying him something that he and Angel can do together, and this year I was thinking on a similar track when I purchased this for them:

 

Yes that’s right, I bought them what I knew they would think was the coolest toy ever a little remote control Mario Kart complete with Nintendo like controller!!!   But I obviously didn’t think this through so well, because it also comes (and here’s the unfortunate bit) complete with sound effects from the game!!!   Yay!  😐  Sound effects that spew out of the thing at uncontrollable volume from itty bitty little low quality speakers. 

Shit.
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In order to avoid what I was certain was going to be an positively unbearable Mr K on election day, I had arranged to head off up to the Eumundi Markets for the day with 

yaleman

.  So far so good.  And in order to beat the traffic, get up there in a goodly time frame and (importantly) be able to find a park not too far away from the action, we agreed to meet at my place at 7am for the approx 2 hour trip.  

So much for that!  I waited and waited.  And eventually my patience wore a little thin, so I called him at 0745 to see where he was.  Asleep apparently..   🙁   He’d slept through his alarm and well… that shit me to tears.   So he said, I’ll grab a quick shower and be there in 10mins.  Okay.  So I sat and I waited, and I wonder how fucking long is ten minutes anyway, and he eventually turned up around 0830!!

But the whole time I was waiting, I was literally sitting there trying my hardest not to get pissed off about waiting.  It’s not that big a deal, we didnt really have any pressingly urgent agenda to deal with once we got where we were going… so why was I getting so pissed off?!?!?  I don’t know.  But I just know I hate being kept waiting unnecessarily.  I mean I really fucking hate being kept waiting … for anything really.  And when I am being kept waiting it’s like I’m unable to help myself but to focus all my dislike of ever having been kept waiting on that one presently occuring occasion.  And I get more and more angsty, and more and more pissed off as the minutes tick by.  And even though I promise myself I am not going to gob off in an overtly snarky manner at the first opportunity when they turn up…  I always do!

Cant help myself – I have to go and spew vitriole all over the place or I end up carrying it around all day. 

For the record, I did get over myself, the drive was pleasant, the markets were fun, frivolous purchases were had by all and nary a comment about elections to be found!
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