Darfuria

Not having a camera with me at all times is getting more and more annoying.

I will often see something which makes me smile, or stop and look again, thinking “did I really just see that!?”.

Today I was walking through town to get the bus. I walked past one of the shelters and turned to look at the really useless electronic displays they have, which displays how long it’s going to be until the next bus might be there. Of course, those displays are about as reliable and informative as a Microsoft Minute.

Anyway, I looked at the display, carried on walking, stopped, looked again. I can’t remember the destinations of these buses, but the 3 it had (in this order) on the display were:

S
T
D

I wish I had a camera to take a photo of that and blog it. It was funny though.

So I went out and bought a new wireless router today, as ours is getting a little old, and the aerial is a bit knackered. So, into Currys Digital I went, knowing they had a sale on. I saw the Netgear router I thought I’d get before, took it to the checkout and paid (not before some weird girl grunted quite loudly and then went a very awesome shade of red and turned to her friends when she realised I was behind her).

So, the £50 was handed over, I left the shop and ignored the sirens that alarmed when I passed through the security scanner.

I got the router home and plugged it in, and wondered why it wasn’t working. I finally came to the conclusion that I needed to plug the modem into the router. Fair enough. However, our modem is USB powered and doesn’t have an ethernet port, so I couldn’t use the modem with the router if I wanted to.

I put it all back in the box, and set the other one up again. I then realised that I’d thrown away the recipt for the router I had bought. That always happens! If someone gives you the item you just bought with the recipt, it always ends up screwed up in your pocket and thrown away. If they put it in the bag then you’ll find you have it when you need it. Damn it!

Anyway, I came upstairs to wallow in the depths of the internet and then recalled going through all of this a few years ago, when we first bought a wireless router. We bought one, realised it didn’t have an ADSL modem built-in, then paid £30 more for one that did.

Hopefully I’ll be able to return the one I got today without the recipt. I still have the bag that says “Sale” on it, and hopefully I’ll see the cashier that I saw yesterday, hand over another £30 and get the right one.

Well done, me.

So, myself, David, Middle D and Tim were sitting in the pool room at The Globe. There was a band playing in the other part of the bar, playing some relatively cheesy song. I said to Tim “All they need now is someone to come out with the Every Rose Has Its Thorn guitar solo.”.

We went into a discussion about Every Rose, and what we thought about it. No more than 2 songs later, they start playing Every Rose Has Its Thorn.

Whenever I hear something, or think of something, I’ll see what it relates to in my mind. I think from doing this I remember things, and eventually have this web of cross-releations and general weird interactions with things going on in my mind.

I guess my mind always has to be doing something, otherwise I’ll get bored and start thinking I’m a duck, or something. Perhaps ducks have very active and numerological minds, who knows?

Anyway, what I mean by this is I’ll hear a number… 72 for example. The number 72 will stay in my mind, and then I’ll think “72… That’s like 7 and 2. 7 and 2 is 9. 9 is my lucky number. Isn’t it funny how I can get my lucky number out of the blue, just from hearing the number 72″, and so on.

Sometimes it’ll go into more depth. I was just wondering if anyone else made lots of thing relate in their minds, with numbers or anything?

I was getting a lift to my Dad’s by my stepdad, who’s a taxi driver. We were just generally talking, and I said “This car is weird. I miss your old one, the Saab. They’re using it again now, aren’t they? Or is the Saab they’re using now a different one?”

He replied with “No, they traded that in a long time ago for a Skoda.”

Less than a minute later we approached the level crossing and he said “Infact, there’s the Skoda they traded it in for.”