The Daily Kanga

Eurovision: What is the point?

I fail to see why our UK entry, was voted least compared to the Spanish entry... which was just pure rubbish.

The UK funds a big majority of the Eurovision Song Contest and we are always granted a place in the finals.

However, in the recent years, well, ever since the war in Iraq, the voting has not been about the best song, but just pure polictial voting and block voting. 

Thank you, Ireland for giving us 8pts. Thank you San Marino(sp) for giving us 6. Malta, you didn't give us anything, you disappointed us. We'll remember for next year... if we choose to particpate.

If Terry Wogan walks, then so will many others within the UK public.

No more Eurovision, there is no point. It certainly wasn't worth pushing Dr. Who back a week.

Though, well done Latvia! The Pirate song was very entertaining. I shall download it now.

Our entry was the best in years, though, our entry was the only black singer. Mmmm.

Well, that's alright, rest of Europe, the United States will always be friends to the UK, and vice versa. So, poo on you, Europe. Our weapons are better anyway, so we don't need your stinking contest.

Comcast. Yes, the ISP that everyone is complaining about. As a Comcast user myself, I can def understand as to why.

http://mashable.com/2007/10/19/comcast-corporation-not-ne...

If you google: comcast is shit, You'll get some pretty good results, more against Comcast than in defence.

My connection has been utterly shite after about a month of having their Broadband. When I use Skype, my connection drops. If I am on Second Life for too long, connection drops. If I am listening to Raphsody, which as a Comcast subcriber is free to use, connection is dropped. Now, it's gotten to the point to where I am having trouble staying connected to Google. Speaking of which, I just found a site:

http://mashable.com/2007/04/30/comcast-yahoo/

It's gotten to the point where I am 'scared' to use any of my messenging programs, for fear of that blasted green blinking light, when no others are lit up.

I had contacted Comcast about this problem, via over their 'Chat Live' service. I told the rep, 'I have to hurry and explain everything to you now, because the connection will drop' And right when I pressed the enter key, yes it dropped.

I called and their answer, which is always 'the answer' they most often give is: 'We can send a tech out.'

What are they going to do? There is nothing wrong at my end, my wires are fine.

It's you, Comcast. You refuse to give into the net neturality idea. You just want to censor and 'rule' the Internet.

As Subscribers, we pay for a service, so we demand the services in which we signed up for. Bandwidth limit? You say there isn't one, but really, aprntly, there is... though it's 'classified'.

Whoever is the sulking evil behind Comcast, must be a sadist, because having Comcast as an ISP is absolutely torture!

I am going back to Knology. Knology may be just a tid bit slower than Comcast, but honestly, I'd rather have a reliable service than a service that is more 'moodier' than me.

You fooking plonkers!

Anyway, I found this poem about Comcast and I thought it was entertaining:

Comcast Connection Blues The link is below:

http://chris.pirillo.com/2005/12/15/comcast-connection-bl...

Alright.

That's it.

Things have changed for me in ways and maybe it's time to revaluate things. 

First off, let's discuss lag. It sucks. I hate lag. Well who does like lag?  I love the Internet and when I just use the Internet to internet, then lag is not a problem. However, when I do use the Internet to get to Second Life, the lag strikes with a mighty force! 

Yes. A lot of people SLing. And it is a big place with many many many things. I realise this.

But, the quality of people encountered should make all that lagging worth it. In recent times... it utterly hasn't.

There are different degrees of drama.

Good drama: light-hearted humour, excitable wit and oozing charm which brings together a group of people that are like-minded and share common interests and have the emotional maturity to be open minded with those that are not as like-minded; people who can create a world and have a constant stream of imaginationary flow, to let their ego's Will become free and to expand in ways that one's mind IRL could not. 

Bad drama: People who can not play their role and stick to it. The people that gear up their AV in a certain way and can not maintain that role for very long periods of time. Oh! And the ones that only play up to your AV in order to score up their role status within the RP itself. Or how about the ones that are soooo attracted to your AV, and that would lag to utter death for you and yet only want to get in your AVs knickers?

Second Life and Real Life are quite the same.

The prettier your AV the more drama it attracts. No one actually cares what of your personality. Really, they don't. All they care about is being able to show off the avatar they are pose-balling, or what Sim is fighting which Sim, or which slave gives the best dances, or what innocent Fae they can corrupt. 

Gods. Why can't people just play the game? Pick a role, stick to it and play it. Otherwise, don't bother about logging on, just go to a RL bar instead. 

Haven't these people heard of separation? 

My Real Life is sorted. I do not need the two mixing into one. Friends, like honest to goodness, I would call you on the phone friend is great! But, the ones that waste my time... please, just find someone else for a level-up. 

What in the utter blue monkey-balled fuck?

How dare you say the things that you posted in your blog.

How utterly dare you compare me to you.

‘She’s the perfect mirror image of myself’.

Well, for starters that isn’t true.

OK.

You think it’s ‘funny’ to make a clone out of my namesake, then tell me, ‘It’s nothing personal, it’s just a joke’ and expect me to ‘just forgive you and move on’.

Before, I move on there is some stuff that I want to ‘leave behind’ and get off my chest:

1. You met me in an IRC chat room two months ago. I’ve had hamsters live longer than that and they would still nip at my fingers. I was *only* being nice to you. That’s it, just nice. I was not initiating anything or giving you signals that would have made you think there was something more. Trust me, there isn’t. Even when my hamsters passed away, I always buried them… because that was the kind thing to do
2. You met me in an IRC chat room two months ago. I’ve had bouts of asthma that has lasted that long, but you don’t see me trying with my last breath, to keep that asthma around. Recently, you have reminded me of that asthma, which I so desperately want to get rid of, because I can not breathe!!!
3. You met me in an IRC chat room two months ago. I understand from what you say, that your irl situation is a circumstance that most people would bail out from; however, I understand even more that in my current situation, people would have gotten the fuck up outta dodge long before now. My momma always told me I was too kind for my own good. I am starting to believe her.
4. You met me in an IRC chat room two months ago. I realise that you think I’m witty, smart and funny. Most people on the Internet do, but you’ve taken that realization to a level in which I daren’t climb… because I’m scared utterly shitless of heights!
5. You met me in an IRC chat room two months ago. Your blog posts have shown me that you have developed an unhealthy ‘image’ of me which summons unnatural feelings towards me. Maybe, I haven’t told you this, but I’m an ‘all naturel’ kind of gal and anything beyond the normalcy also scares the utter shit outta me.
6. You met me in an IRC chat room two months ago. How in the utter fuck can you say that I am the perfect image of you? Hello? You met me in an IRC chat room two months ago. You have no idea about who I really am. I have no idea who I really am. How dare you sit there, behind your monitor and assume, judge and compare me!!!!? If you knew me at all, then you would utterly know that those are the things that I hate to be weighted against. How dare you indeed!
7. You met me in an IRC chat room two months ago. What I have found to be the most jaw-dropping is when you use my name and the word, ‘love’. OMG? Are you fucking kidding me? How in the blue monkey ball fuck, can you sit there and type out that I am the only one that you have ever loved the most? Do you not actually think before you go smashing around on your keyboard? Do you not realise the things you type are read and mean different things to those who read them? Did you not realise what I would think when I read them? If I was the perfect mirror image of you, like you say, then you would bloody well know that kind of text would get my mouse double-clicking as quickly as my dial-up connection can disconnect from my ISP. See, you don’t know me at all.
8. *CRASH* I’d rather have 7 years bad luck than to be the perfect mirror image of you.
9. When you made that IRC clone out of my namesake that sent red flags warning me. Warning me because, it made me feel like one of them people who find a shrine made out to them. Not, like a deity, but like one of them shrines that stalkers turned murders have in their candle lit basements. What were you going to do next, create my childhood pictures in Photoshop and then make a fake .PDF of my dairy?
10. We have a couple of things in common, which in itself is common. However, out of everyone on this planet there is at least one other person with the same interests and quirks about them as well. And once again, out of everyone on this planet there are endless possibilities of other ‘commonly’ interested people with the same interest in various subjects and ideals. So, there is no such thing as being the ‘only other one’ that you can latch yourself on too. There is not one perfect person in this world, which means it is absolutely absurd to think that there is a ‘perfect match’.

1)       In regards to your blog, there are a couple of questions that arose in my mind:

(a)     How can you apologise for something in one paragraph and then say what had happened wasn’t really important in the next paragraph? That totally cancels out the aforementioned apology. Saying that it was a ‘good natured prank that was misunderstood.’ OK. Now, you’re implying that your ‘prank’ was hijacked by my misunderstanding it. A ‘misunderstanding’ that you only assumed I had. Wrong. I did not misunderstand the ‘prank’ at all. I understood full well, that when I am not logged on, you take it upon yourself to ‘summon’ up the essence of me with a clone of my namesake. Hello? Does the word ‘creepy’ mean anything to you?   And how you found that funny, is way beyond me. Again, that only shows that I am not the perfect mirror image of you, because, I did not find it funny at all. In some countries mockery is flattery, but this is America. When someone makes a ‘clone’ out of you, in any form, in this country, the insulted party either sues or gets a restraining order.

2)       When you typed:

                        ‘We all make mistakes like this. Sometimes several times over. The important thing is    that we learn from our mistakes and do our best to prevent making the same ones again. Even at that, we still make the same ones over again.’

(a)     I don’t know how you were raised, but I was raised up to believe that once you make a mistake, you learn from it and then that way you don’t make the same mistake again. What is the utter point of making the same mistake several times over? Either you don’t remember making the mistake the first time in which you can’t learn from, or you keep making the same mistake, because you never actually paid attention to what you did wrong in the first instance.

2)       When you typed:   

                                   ‘Also, the other thing that we must remember is to forgive those mistakes.   

                                If I apologize, please accept my apology, and let's move on.'

                                (a)     Now, let’s see… forgiveness takes strength. Forgiving a mistake made once is a ‘forgiving’ act, it’s charitable, it’s an act of kindness. Forgiving mistakes or the same mistake made several times over is a mistake in itself. To forgive the same mistake or several mistakes over and over again, defeats the whole purpose of forgiving and makes that forgiveness easy in which to take advantage of. Taking advantage of one’s forgiveness is third of the ultimate three worst mistakes that one could ever make. Being told to ‘forgive’ is the second worst mistake. And saying ‘If I apologize, please accept my apology’ is the number one worst mistake in which to make. How dare you tell me *what* I should accept! But, I will agree with you on one thing… it does accomplish nothing; Therefore, I want nothing to do with you!

The bottom line: I'm utterly and most certainly creeped the fuck out!!

Are you kidding me?

I mean... really.. are you for real?

I've been known to spew a lot of words before in a varied assortment of things.

However, after knowing what I know now, I can't even begin to comprise the words of any language to describe what I am thinking from what I know.

Again.. are  you kidding me?

I have a lot of time on my hands thinking about stuff at work. It's the only thing that keeps me from being bored to utter tears.

I'm being pulled in a lot of directions. Some not as important as others, but more important to other people than me, personally.

No matter what I do, it's always for someone else. Like I'm living someone else's life.

What about my life? What about what I want?

Has anyone asked me?

No.

They only 'expect'.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Dear Word,

I’ve been entering data on you for the last three hours.
I only wish you knew what I wanted to do without me actually having to do it. Like, why can’t you just AUTO COMPLETE within my mind; Like, telepathic computing.
I have an exam on Tuesday all about you. And I’m stressing out.
Your margins and tabs, ruler bars and dialog boxes are starting to piss me off.
Every time I look at my TAB key, I feel this rage slowly start to build up inside me, because anything to do with TAB must deal with numbers.
And you know I can’t stand dealing with numbers.
Not like you actually care. You weren’t programmed to care. You were only programmed to receive user data and display it in formats.
Left align, Right align, Center and Justify, bound and gutter margins. All simple to you, you already memorized the shortcut keys.
Leader dots and decimal tabs, I bet that really boots you up in the morning.

Do you have any idea what it does to me?
No.
Why?
Because, you are MS Word 2003.
I’ve used you for a very long time.
But, I have not used this portion of you before.
It’s scaring me.
I misunderstand you.
I *thought* we had a relationship.
I’d compute on you. You’d check my spelling. You’d save my work.
Remember those simple days?

Oh, Word! Why are your simplicities turning into complications?
Have I upset you in some way?
What are you telling me?!
Please, please, give me another chance.
We can work this out; I promise.
But, I can not USB port you into my mind.
So, we’ll have to STANDBY on this till tomorrow.
Because, I’m starting to lose my files!

I just came up with an idea:

People who go into Internet chat rooms should be tested for prescription drugs.
There should be a pre-screening drug test to those that purchase a computer and then another drug test when they sign up for an ISP and then subjected to random drug testing once a month at the start of their billing cycle.

Why?

Because, there are too many loonies that like to overexgrate their tales of woes over the Internet.
Maybe, 'loony' is too much of a 'loose' term. What I really mean are the fuckwits that don't bother to read their screen, they just log on and type words hurriedly keyed into a sentence and press ENTER.
If you want to just type random words and not even 'hope' they make sense, then you should install Mavis Beacon.

And another thing:
Why isn't there a law against Drinking and Interneting? It is just as leathal as Drinking and Driving.

'heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey I'ave bean drking'
'What did you drink?'
'i cnt remeber but i drked mostly al of it'
'Why are you on the Internet?'
'bc i cnt get laid and iam HOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRNY'
'Why did you drink so much?'
'bc i cnt get laid'
'Are you looking for cyber?'
'Whose that? is he drnk too'
'You do not know what cybersex is?'
'is tht the sme thng as ASL'
'Yes.'
'wht r u ASL'

The above is why people shouldn't drink and get on the Internet.
It also proves my case for drug screening before logging on.

Why can't Norton-Anti Virus also have a Anti-Fucktard plugin?

   I did make it here to class, but not without some fucking road rage reactions to this fucking moron who just fucking and most utterly almost made me rear into the back of his fucking big ass huge mother fucker truck!

At first he doesn't yeild and jumps in front of me. I was like, 'fucker'. Then later on down the road, atop this big hill, he kinda goes to the left and I'm carrying on my speed, like 31MPH. Well, then all a fucking sudden that twatted sack of shit, suddenly makes a wide turn right. I had to stomp on my brakes and let me tell you, I burned some rubber while I came to a total stop and the asswipe kept on turning and I was like all calm and thankful that Byron didn't let me down.

The guy behind me saw the whole thing and he was like giving me this strange sympathy look, which I could see when I looked in my rearview mirror.

But that fucking son of a slutty whore ass bitch. This is why trucks don't need to be so fucking long and huge, esp on some of the roads around here.

And wtf, is wrong with fucking using your fucking turn signal you assmunch?? Are you that much of a fucking retard that you either don't know how they work, or you are too fucking fat to actually get your fingers to curve around the shaft of stick in order to fucking push it down to turn it on?

Hey, how about getting off that fucking cell phone and actually drive!! You eat, talk on the phone, watch DVDs, play video games and gods know what the fuck else you do whilst driving... Do you know the whole fucking POINT to have a fucking vehicle is to fucking JUST and only ACUTALLY drive the fucking thing???????

Shit, if you want to be on the road and still have the comforts of home, get a fucking camper van and let someone else do the fucking driving!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You sorry sack of fucking shite!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HUMANS ARE NOT MEANT TO FUCKING MULTITASK. That is a proven fact. Google it!!!!

My poor Byron and my poor fucking nerves! (nerv/o).

FFS.

I have a Word exam soon. I feel confident about it; however, I'm not so confident about driving home.

I ain't driving through the Ghetto anymore -- I'll go the 'white' way.

altgjaoetjatoga[ghjaoergq[jeroj'j'aj2-03jdfjlajo2sjjljaaewj *ARGH*

And I just got a headache:/

I have two non-drowsy Sudafed with me, so I'll take that and by the time my exam starts, hopefully the headache will be gone.

GAWDS! I should have gotten the license plate number of that fucking truck and made an anoymous call to the police to say that I saw the driver selling drugs out of it.

My poor head:/

And Byrons poor feet:/

Bugger.

I'm not believing this.

I've just spent the last hour, trying to tune in a decent radio station. The only thing that I have with a radio is a Duraband clock radio. So, I turn the dial because, I'm tired of listening to Classical music all the time. I go up the numbered tuner and I get the John Tesh Radio Show. I continue to move up and then down halfway... and it's still the John Tesh Radio Show.
I unplug the clock radio and move it over next to the computer, thinking, I would get a better reception. I uncoil the small thin antena wire and run it through my standing lamp, thinking that the more metal it hits the reception would improve, thus giving me more choice of radio stations.
Well, not only do I *still* get the John Tesh Radio Show, but it's an All God all the Time channel!!!

You are prolly thinking, 'Why not just listen to the radio over the Internet, or play your MP3s?'
Well, when I run Media Player, the computer starts to go apeshit, because it doesn't have enough memory to run that plus the Internet...and this is without any browers going.
I have a DVD player, which will play the MP3's however, the sound goes through the TV and the TV is on the other side of the room and it's not loud enough, no matter how much I turn it up. I think the TV speaker is blown, cause it sounds awfully wonky. Plus, the DVD player skips... so it's not reliable playing the MP3s.

I think this is the worst thing, not being able to actually listen to music, you know, music that I actually and most utterly want to listen too. Not only am I back in 1997 with my dial-up connection and slow computer, but without a proper listening station, it's like being back in... well.. before radio.

And if I had the cable connection running to the TV in here, I still wouldn't be able to listen to music videos... why is that you may ask? Well, who plays music videos anymore? Besides the country video stations.
Gods!!!
This is most annoying.

I've got $40 bucks to my name and tomorrow, I will go and get a boombox, at least that way I can listen to my CDs. I am that desperate enough to spend all my cash in order to purchase some type of musical entertainment device.
If I listen to this station any longer, I think I'll convert:/

OK. This is too much. I'll just listen to the cars as they pass by on the Interstate.

Dear Computer,

  You know, I've given up a lot to be able to use you, like Second Life. Your 56k dial-up modem and lack of a good enough graphics card couldn't handle the SL software. No more pixelated avatar fun for me and it's your fault.

I moved you from the den into my old room, just so your slow-like-a-constipated-dog-terd-ass could be closer to the phone point. And yes, while you do connect to the Internet a bit faster with only a 5ft modem cord, instead of your old 25ft one...you are still crap.

Why are you so crap? Just idle right there and let me input this to you:

I'm taking a class with the subject of one of your most used applications. It's called Microsoft Office Word 2003. Ever hear of it? Oh, no of course not, that is because you only have Microsoft Office Word 2000.

Well, I have a CD-ROM that I had to buy for this class, it cost me $48.00. I need it to be installed on you so I can take the quizzes and tutorials for this class. The software is called: SAM 2003: Assessment and Training for Microsoft Office 2003. Now, I know you have never heard of that before, because you do not have it installed on you and aprntly, you do not want it installed on you.

What? What was that? Was that a soft humming sound from your hard drive? Why... that hum sounds like you have no idea as to what I'm reffering too! No? Really? You have no idea?

Oh, you have an 'idea' alright, all bad ideas of course. Take the following as an example:

SAM requires 1.8GB (or that is what it said on the back of the shiney new plastic case). I spend an hour, uninstalling software, moving things around, using CCleaner to tidy you up. I managed to free up 1.15GB. I was rather pleased with myself, because I thought that should do the trick. Like, I even uninstalled my Yahoo! for you.

Well... I pop disk 1 into your CD mouth, go into the InstallSheild and feel my mouse finger begin to twitch with anticpation of using SAM on you.

I click NEXT.

I get: ! SAM requires 2.0GB of disk space to be installed on this computer.

So, not only are you crap, Mr. Computer, but you even managed to upset SAM enough not to even *want* to be installed on you. Not only are you a nut-case, but a hard-case at that. You have a really big 'chip' on your motherboard. Bully:/

Do you realise that you are putting my education at risk? Don't you get it, Mr. Computer? If you let me install SAM, then I can pass my class, even get an A - which will help me to land a well paying job. Well paying enough to upgrade you! Not only does this class benifit me, but it benifits you, Mr. Computer. Think of all the wonderful gadgets and toys you can have, all the new fangdangled compoents, updates, RAM, and shhh... maybe even 'High-Speed Internet'.

But, after this stunt you pulled, you ain't getting shit!!!

As a matter of fact, that new HD that I was thinking about getting you as a present, well Mr. Computer, you can forget that! As soon as I graduate, I'm gonna go right down to the Wal-Mart and replace your 256MB, P3 hunk of junk!

So, consider what I've inputted. You'll have all night to process it. Cause, aprntly you don't do anything else!!

And one more thing, Mr. Computer: You can stuff your sorries in the Recyle Bin and Norton Anti-Virus won't be able to protect you!

Your very upset and frustrated user,

Hope.