Go again
Well, well, well.
Q. How many wells does it take to make a river?
A. One, if it's big enough.
So life is going along merrily when my computer starts to become unreliable. In fact my computer becomes downright uncooperative. I will go so far as to say that my computer ceases to function at all. I try talking nicely to my computer and it refuses to commence operating once more. I use language against my computer that will cause me to remonstrate most severely with a person who uses such language against me and my computer gives me plenty of chill. I will go so far as to say that if my computer is a doll, it will be such a Judy as is apt to serve me up large quantities of the back of her neck.
Now I am not in a thriving metropolis. I am not close to a thriving metropolis. In fact it is quite some distance to a town that even bustles, and maybe further. Therefore, it takes me some time before I am able to remedy the situation. I visit several stores which are purveying computing devices and they do not cause me to become optimistic about the health of my computer. In fact, they tell me that it will cost a large quantity of potatoes to even tell me what is wrong with my computer, and probably more. This is not the kind of scratch that I like to flutter with. I do the figures and get the Iranian guy at the computer purveyors to construct a fresh machine for me instead. This means that I have lost all the data which is on my computer as of course I never back anything up because these things do not happen to me. Naturally this means that HIV sufferers will have to wait a bit longer for a cure as I am repeating a lot of my research, to say nothing of the common cold, which really is quite common.
Contrary to rumours, I have not gone MIA, in fact I am not in the Murrumbidgee Irrigation Area for several years, although if there are new women there, I will be on the next bus to Griffith.
One thing I am doing in the computerless era is re-reading Damon Runyon. Can you tell?
Q. How many wells does it take to make a river?
A. One, if it's big enough.
So life is going along merrily when my computer starts to become unreliable. In fact my computer becomes downright uncooperative. I will go so far as to say that my computer ceases to function at all. I try talking nicely to my computer and it refuses to commence operating once more. I use language against my computer that will cause me to remonstrate most severely with a person who uses such language against me and my computer gives me plenty of chill. I will go so far as to say that if my computer is a doll, it will be such a Judy as is apt to serve me up large quantities of the back of her neck.
Now I am not in a thriving metropolis. I am not close to a thriving metropolis. In fact it is quite some distance to a town that even bustles, and maybe further. Therefore, it takes me some time before I am able to remedy the situation. I visit several stores which are purveying computing devices and they do not cause me to become optimistic about the health of my computer. In fact, they tell me that it will cost a large quantity of potatoes to even tell me what is wrong with my computer, and probably more. This is not the kind of scratch that I like to flutter with. I do the figures and get the Iranian guy at the computer purveyors to construct a fresh machine for me instead. This means that I have lost all the data which is on my computer as of course I never back anything up because these things do not happen to me. Naturally this means that HIV sufferers will have to wait a bit longer for a cure as I am repeating a lot of my research, to say nothing of the common cold, which really is quite common.
Contrary to rumours, I have not gone MIA, in fact I am not in the Murrumbidgee Irrigation Area for several years, although if there are new women there, I will be on the next bus to Griffith.
One thing I am doing in the computerless era is re-reading Damon Runyon. Can you tell?
posted by Dirk at 6:05 am
3 Comments:
Bummer mate. Hope you can get the PC sorted and thanks for reminding me to back up. My New Years resolution. Damon Runyon, a silver lining at least.
I was wondering what happened to you...
Welcome back, and happy new year!
Adrian,
Runyon was nilly the first 'grownup' author I ever read, beaten only by Emile Zola and Norman Lindsay. I was in a Dubbo bookstore chatting to the owner just before Christmas when I mentioned this to him. He promptly came up with secon-hand copies of Runyon: From First To Last, and Runyon On Broadway, so for the princely sum of fourteen simmoleons I am now the proud owner of every piece of fiction Runyon is ever writing.
RT,
cheers Bigears*.
Dollop,
140k's on a bike? I bet you were pedalling about as fast as you could, huh? Good to see that you had your pants on too, I knew a bloke who went pants off at 125k's and his tesicles blew off.
*Note to readers, I have no idea about the size of Tom's aural appendages.
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