Weekend grrs
Oct. 28th, 2007 05:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladyofastolat1. When you drop a laptop on top of a glass of home-made plum wine, it is not good for the carpet, the glass, your feet, or the laptop. Fortunately, the stain comes out, feet prove freakishly good at avoiding deadly injury, and the glass was only cheap, but the laptop appears to have died completely as a result of its late-night ordeal. Grr!!!!
2. It is nice having a calendar that tells you all about the customs associated with each day. The trouble comes when said calendar is so nice that you decide you don't want to write anything on it, so you live your life depending on your frail human memory to tell you when you've got to do something. My childhood home town has a community radio programme that broadcasts for a few days this week. I knew all about it, but still managed to completely forget to listen to my Mum's interview, and to the play about folk songs being collected in the local workhouse in 1908. I really really wanted to hear the play, since I did quite a bit of research about those workhouse singers a few years ago. Grr!!!!
3. Sainsbury's seems to be very proud of the fact that you can now pretty much do your entire week's food shop in the petrol station. It is not something to boast about! I was quarter of an hour waiting for petrol yesterday, and the queue for the petrol station was grinding traffic to a halt in the whole area. So many people were dilly-dallying around the shop, very slowly choosing food, while their car sat there empty, blocking a pump. Even people who only wanted to pay for petrol had to queue patiently behind all those people with their overflowing baskets. Grr!!!!
4. While on the subject of Sainsbury's, and not really a grr, I think I need to learn that just because you can pick up a free pasta bowl with the five stickered items you were going to buy anyway, you don't have to. I can foresee a future in which large white pasta bowls feature very highly, gradually taking over the kitchen, and soon, indeed, the world.
5. Having two late alcohol-fuelled nights in a row plays havoc with one's ability to write. It also makes you feel that playing Guitar Hero on "expert" is a good idea. It does, however, somewhat take away your ability to manage a single coherent note. This makes you frustrated. This makes you do silly things like... er... dropping a laptop on a glass of home-made plum wine...
2. It is nice having a calendar that tells you all about the customs associated with each day. The trouble comes when said calendar is so nice that you decide you don't want to write anything on it, so you live your life depending on your frail human memory to tell you when you've got to do something. My childhood home town has a community radio programme that broadcasts for a few days this week. I knew all about it, but still managed to completely forget to listen to my Mum's interview, and to the play about folk songs being collected in the local workhouse in 1908. I really really wanted to hear the play, since I did quite a bit of research about those workhouse singers a few years ago. Grr!!!!
3. Sainsbury's seems to be very proud of the fact that you can now pretty much do your entire week's food shop in the petrol station. It is not something to boast about! I was quarter of an hour waiting for petrol yesterday, and the queue for the petrol station was grinding traffic to a halt in the whole area. So many people were dilly-dallying around the shop, very slowly choosing food, while their car sat there empty, blocking a pump. Even people who only wanted to pay for petrol had to queue patiently behind all those people with their overflowing baskets. Grr!!!!
4. While on the subject of Sainsbury's, and not really a grr, I think I need to learn that just because you can pick up a free pasta bowl with the five stickered items you were going to buy anyway, you don't have to. I can foresee a future in which large white pasta bowls feature very highly, gradually taking over the kitchen, and soon, indeed, the world.
5. Having two late alcohol-fuelled nights in a row plays havoc with one's ability to write. It also makes you feel that playing Guitar Hero on "expert" is a good idea. It does, however, somewhat take away your ability to manage a single coherent note. This makes you frustrated. This makes you do silly things like... er... dropping a laptop on a glass of home-made plum wine...
