Can someone tell me why junkies have to talk SO LOUD ON TRAINS? Seriously, skag head, your skeletor girlfriend is sitting two feet away - a whisper would suffice.
But no. I'm aurally assaulted by your lament about the demeanor of the poor bastard that hands out the methadone at Windmillhill Street chemist. Even the this-one-goes-to-11 full-volume disco-garage-house sound of Ricardo Torres that's blasting through my Sennheisers can't drown you out.
And how come junkies always have girl/boyfriends to shout at anyway? The shooting galleries of Motherwell are clearly the place to hook up. I must be missing out.
No, really, I think I might actually be missing out.
Anyway, while I'm in a ranting mood...
Hardware manufacturers: please do not distribute drivers as a tar file dumped straight onto a floppy disk. Windows can't read the things 'cause there's no filesystem, and I haven't seen a Unix box with a floppy drive since the Ultra1.
I do not enjoy spending an hour re-building and installing Linux onto an old desktop machine just to retrieve a tar file from a floppy. Especially when the tar file contains ONE 3kB TEXT FILE.
Can you feel the RAAAAAAAAAGE?
At least the economy's going well.
And at least houses are cheaper.
Mr. Koof... Koofta... you're a beautiful man. I want to thank you for your warmth and compassion.
Do you have a kiss for daddy?
This'll cheer you up.
http://www.limmy.com/blog/?p=829