I mentioned in a previous post that I was in the process of rebuilding a Tamiya Racing car that had been damaged after an accident.
Firstly, a little background. I brought the first Tamiya racing car around about July last year. The car was damaged in late December after it went out of range and struck a tree. The front wheels, front half of the plastic body and differential were either squashed, cracked or unable to be found. Luckily, the Subaru shell was not on the car so it was retained in its showroom condition.
The second car overheated and the motors and receiver burned out. The Ford shell was cracked and scratched after landing in a ditch.
So basically I took the good body from the second car, the good electronics and mechanical components from the first car and built one good car. After preliminary run I think there is still alot of mechanical work that needs to be done as the entire car seems to veer off to the right which may be due to a dodgy steering motor.
I can’t be arsed posting pictures any more pictures of the damn thing but just think Subaru Rally car shrunk to fit nicely on a coffee table.
In our area we’re used to people dumping empty beer bottles, syringes, dead bodies, etc near the bridge but never a boat.
Apparently, a person was doing a U-turn (coming from under the bridge) and as they turned the boat must have fallen off the tow. The person kept on driving so someone who was behind him decided to claim it as his. I don’t know how that will work what with all the boat and trailer licensing, but I suppose if it was my boat I wouldn’t want to look like a fool by reporting that I lost it…
Me: Hi Honey.
Wife: How was your day?
Me: Good.
// Wife looks out front window.
Wife: Dear, where is your boat?
Me: Sharks.
Wife: Oh! Are you all right?
// Car rolls up with boat in tow.
You get the idea.
I would like to preface this by saying that I have quite a talent for writing letters to people that don’t exist.
I noticed on the weekend that your 2006 season began with a lacklustre, suspiciously pre-recorded bang. Gretel is looking increasingly like a man as the years pass. Tell her I say hello.
Rather than dismiss the 2006 season as a total waste of time and brain cells I decided to watch at least the opening night and first weekly show. And I must say I was totally impressed. I am sure that this years crowd will be far more erotic, famwhoreish and bogan-tastic than previous seasons. Collectively, you could say that the total IQ of this years group equals one dole bludging drongo.
I also noticed you have let loose mother-daughter combination inside the house. It took me a few hours to work out who was the mother and who was the daughter. But hey, I am a bit slow. I’m hoping that in one of the uncut episodes you will have them involved in some lesbian action.
But I digress.
Considering the average age of the contestants is 22, it will be great to see these people acting as role models for the impressionable youth considering all the alcohol and sexism. Katie looks like she could teach ten year old kids the art of binge and purge.
Anyway, BB, if I may be so brash to call you that, it looks like the whole franchise is winding down. If last years ratings are anything to go by, you could always prep my old mate Hotdogs to come into the house and liven things up a little.
Voyeuristically,
Bobby
This morning I woke up in a really shitty mood. Guess it was because dad was on a four day weekend and spent most of the time watching dvd’s in his underwear and doing fuck all around the house.
Anyway, I decided to skip uni in order to get some errands done. Normally I would take the train to the city but today in my pissed off mood I took the 19 tram which wasn’t that great considering the damn thing smelt like urine.
The first errand was to the computer shop to buy a new Mainboard for my PC. I would have got a replacement under warranty but putting things off ultimately cost me $200.00. Second trip was to Ms Jeans who gave me a Oreo Bash and a three day old cheese cake.
Next I boarded the 75 to Bridge Road to get my phone repaired. I waited for about three quarters of an hour before the man from Kazakhstan would acknowledge that it was still under warranty. Stupid Motorola.
Back to the city, I ended up eating lunch at Nandos. Not a fan of the chips but I’ll have their burgers any day. Please Mr Nando come to Moonee Ponds. Puckle St is practically abandoned since all the drug lords moved in.
I went to Herarn’s Hobbies to loiter around. I really want a model railway set but I don’t have any room for it and knowing my luck would probably cause some kind of train crash in the first two days of ownership. The guy from the car section remembers me as the one who has so far totaled two (very expensive) Tamiya racing cars. We discussed my current car which is in the process of being rebuilt.
Finally I went back to Melbourne Central to pick up some DVD’s at Boarders and to the train station to head home. Being a part time uni student means that under the eyes of the Government I am not entitled to any benefits including Concession Metcards, Healthcare or Austudy. Apparently this didn’t deter a old fool from demanding my seat at the station.
He kicked up a big fuss because of my age and that I should be travelling on a concession card (condition of education concession cards is that you give up your seat on trains and trams). Sorry Mister Man, but I’ve been travelling on full fares for the past three years which entitles me to stay on my seat. Obviously you don’t mind travelling on a 60 plus? He eventually subsided and went and abused some private school students.
Today I am pleased to release the new design and name of my blog. I have been working on this albeit basic theme for a couple of weeks now and I think I have all the cross compatibility issues ironed out. The site is 100% CSS2 and Div tags which means it should degrade well with older browsers.
There is also a little Javascript which opens and closes the sidebar links. If it does not work let me know and I will fix it. My biggest disappointment is that the position:fixed assignment only works in certain browsers. So the turtles that are located right down at the end of the page should have been located at the bottom right with the text scrolling over it.
In total there are 225 lines of tags (including the javascript, css and stats) which is significantly less that the old quietly loud template which had 495 lines of tags. I still have to add my Xbox game card and some other bits and pieces but the site is here and ready to use.
If you have any suggestions for improvements or reckon the site is too dark. Let me know.
For the first time in a very long time I had to use Optus webmail in order to get to my mailbox. First impressions was that the whole system looked like something from 1995. Then my eyes found the advertising. I mean I’m only paying $70 a month for cable and you put advertising in the webmail service? Seriously, not even Blogger has ads.
What made it worse was that the ads were for National, Netflix and other companies. It would have been Ok if the ads were targeted for other Optus products and services but either way I’m glad I will not have to use it again for a long while.
Today was probably the best example of what I talked about in my previous post. In one day I had two pieces of computer equipment written off thanks to general stupidity.
Firstly, I had a data projector written off thanks to someone tripping over the cord. Ok so that was accidental. What pissed me off was that the person who actually damaged the thing didn’t fess up. For a second they actually convinced me that the thing was already stuffed when they took it from the equipment room. Replacement cost: $6,000.
Next, I had a one week old 17″ powerbook returned to me in several pieces. How? Still trying to work that one out myself. The only salvageable component was the hard drive which considering the damage was pretty lucky. Replacement cost: $4,500.
I suppose I shouldn’t really talk, during my final three years of secondary skool, I personally went through two iBooks, three displays, five hard drives, and one CD drive. I guess the insurance company was pissed that they set the excess at $50.00 as it covered accidental damage.
I should probably mention that my mobile phone has been busted for about six months now. I don’t really care because nobody rang it anyway. Stupid Motorola.
Well what an uneventful easter break (aside from that bed incident). Back to work tomorrow which means more bullshit from moronic staff.
Over the last few days (in my state of gluttony and laziness) I’ve made a few observations:
1. Who the hell watches Sunday Sunrise?
2. Childrens programming on a Saturday morning is too edumacational.
3. Axel Whitehead from Video Hits is a complete dickhead.
4. AJ, the host from the biggest looser is putting on weight.
5. Sometimes not trying is better than wasting your time starting.
6. People put too much stock in browser incompatibilities.
7. DVD’s take too long to come to Australia.
8. Purchasing CD’s is overrated.
Finally, a public service announcement. People who think that they have total anonymity on teh intrawebs are deluded fools. Please leave your computer out on the lawn for weekly collection.
We will return your computer when you realise that no matter how hard you try to not get caught, you will more than likely make a complete jackass of yourself in the process.
This morning when I woke up I found myself on the floor and very sore after falling out of bed. Surveying the damage, I realised that I hit my head on the bedside table (evidenced by the blood and brains on the floor) as I fell to the ground.
Now when people ask what the fuck is wrong with me? I can finally say it’s all due to a brain injury.
I’ve always thought that I am the kind of person who is open to new ideas, opinions and concepts. But sometimes one has to wonder if it is really all worth it. TSSH once again proved that people should have licenses in order to operate a blog on teh interwebs. Imelda Loves Shoes is the journal of a sex crazed corporate high flyer.
From reading the few posts on her web site and on TSSH i’ve been able to piece together an image of who Imelda most likely is:
- 40 Something.
- By office means brothel.
- By child means gimp.
- Has been spitroasted by Nighl Gohl and friends.
- Can be found on the shelves in the adult section of your local Blockbuster.
- Smokes after sex.
- Is not something that you want to wake up next to the next morning.
- Enjoys bestiality.
- Is a office water fountain (because she can deliver several litres of girlcum)
- Has a shoe fetish.
If all else fails:
- Is the alto-ego of a 45 year old transgender male.
For those who are still interested, visit this site for more exciting adventures of Imelda and her sidekick Imogen.
I mentioned in a previous post that I was in the process of rebuilding a Tamiya Racing car that had been damaged after an accident.
