The whole situation is enough to put me back on the comedy circuit again, it's just a shame that political satire is so redundant now, worse still, the political situation in ireland is more pathetic than ridiculous.
It's almost a week without a PC at this stage, I've been making do with Metalrabbit's for a while but computers are like underpants. Your own is comfortable, you know where everything goes, where it all fits. I use Ar's (computer, not underwear) and everything about the directory structure bugs me, the presence of ICQ on the computer bugs me (let alone the shortcut on the desktop). It does everything except get lodged painfully in the crack of my ass... It's not a criticism but I *am* beginning to understand how my lower standards of tidiness can bug her since anything less than a crystal clear directory structure and a minimum of desktop shortcuts is decidedly messy to me.
Tonight is shitty movie friday wherby myself and Greg rent the worst horror we can find and loudly (and drunkenly) criticise it for the 110 minutes it's on the screen. My thoughts should end up on schwoom before long (once I get the computer back, and rebuild my rebuild and stuff)