Bad News

Today we received news that Dad has had a heart attack in Japan. It’s his second week in Japan, and sounds like he pushed things a bit too hard to keep up with things.
Other than that, we have no other news, and so are waiting to see what happens.
Your prayers and thoughts are appreciated for his recovery and for us as a family to work through this.

‘Till next time…

The Laptop Saga // A New Hope…

Here it is!
Finally, after a long long time ago,
in a galaxy far away,
my new laptop arrived.
Toshiba A200

The specs are basically double what my old one had! Which is primo!
It came with Vista Home Basic (Which although is new and looks all good, lacks the major differences from XP that are raved about in Vista promo’s)
So although its cool and I’ll take it, if you are looking at upgrading from XP and get all the cool Vista stuff – get Vista Home Premium.

‘Till next time…

The Laptop Saga: Episode III

So – for those that have been following with dramatic intent.
It turns out that the insurance company (formally known as THEY) sent my laptop to be evaluated – as apposed to repaired! Which means that THEY haven’t made a decision as to whether to repair or replace my laptop yet!

And considering that the hard drive has been wiped, it looks like it will be more beneficial to replace! (But I’m not holding my breath of course!)

I had a call from the repair man and I dressed him down about the wiping of the hard drive. He wanted to try get a restore disk and try get the hard drive working. I said I didn’t have one because the laptop came with it all installed and I had no discs (which is the case)
So he’s going to write up his report and send it to the insurance company.
As long as they realise it was no doing of mine that caused the hard drive to wipe. I properly shut it down etc…(Read Episode II – The Saga Continues to get up with the play on that one!)

‘Till next time…

Are you a Kiwi Kid?

I’m talking about hide and seek/spotlight in the park. The corner dairy, hopscotch, four square, go carts, cricket in front of the garbage bin and inviting everyone on your street to join in, gutterball, handstands, elastics, footy on the best lawn in the street, slip’n’slides, the trampoline with water on it (or a sprinkler under it), hula hoops, jumping in puddles with gumboots on, mud pies and building dams in the gutter.

The smell of the sun and fresh cut grass. ‘Big bubbles no troubles’ with Hubba Bubba bubble gum. A topsy. Mr Whippy cones on a warm summer night after you’ve chased him round the block. 20 cents worth of mixed lollies lasted a week and pretending to
smoke “fags” (the lollies) was really cool. A dollars’ worth of chips from the corner take-away fed two people (AND the sauce was free).

Being upset when you botched putting on the temporary tattoo from the bubblegum packet, but still wearing it proudly. Watching Saturday morning cartoons: ‘The Smurfs’, ‘AstroBoy’, ‘He-man’, ‘Captain Caveman’, ‘Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’, ‘Jem’ (trulyoutrageous!!), ‘Super d”, and ‘Heeeey heeeeey heeeeeeey it’s faaaaaaat Albert’. (Argh! That’s the modern kids. What about Kimba the White Lion, Gigantor and Bill and Ben the Flowerpot Men, or Stingray and Captain Scarlet? Space 1999 and the really scary Dr Who – Patrick Troughton and the cybermen?) Or staying up late and sneaking a look at the “AO” programmes on the second telly until the ‘Goodnight Kiwi’ shut the telly off for the night.

When After School with Jason Gunn & Thingie had a cult following and What Now was on saturday mornings. When around the corner seemed a long way, and going into town seemed like going somewhere. When running away meant you did laps of the block because you weren’t allowed to cross the road.

Sticky fingers, goodies & baddies, cops and robbers, cowboys and indians,riding bikes til the streetlights came on and catching tadpoles in horse troughs. Going down to the school swimming pool when you didn’t have a key and your friends letting you in, drawing all over the road and driveway with chalk. Climbing trees and building huts out of every sheet your mum had in the cupboard (and never putting them back folded). Walking to school in bare feet, no matter what the weather.

Running till you were out of breath. Laughing so hard that your stomach hurt. Pitching the tent in the back/front yard (and never being able to find all the pegs). Jumping on the bed. Singing into your hair brush in front of the mirror, making mix tapes (not CDs)…

When writing ‘I love….? on your pencil case, really did mean it was true love. “he loves me? he loves me not?” and daisy chains on the front lawn. When bluelight disco’s were the equivalent to a Rave, and asking a boy out meant writing a ‘polite’ note getting them to tick ‘yes’ or ‘no’.

Sleep overs and ghosts stories with the next door neighbours. When pillowfights, spinning round and falling down was cause for the giggles and the worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.

Eating raw jelly and raro, making homemade lemonade and sucking on a Rad, a traffic light popsicle, or a Paddle Pop… blurple, yollange and prink! Traffic Light drinks at Cobb’n’Co! Collecting WWF and garbage pail kids cards.

Water balloons were the ultimate weapon. Weetbix cards pegged on the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle. You knew everyone in your street – and so did your parents. It wasn’t odd to have two or three “best friends” and you would ask them by sending a note asking them to be your best friend.

You didn’t sleep a wink on Christmas eve and tried (and failed) to wait up for the tooth fairy. When 50c was decent pocket money. When you’d reach into a muddy gutter for 10c.

When it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at the local Chinese restaurant (or Cobb’n’Co.) with your family. When any parent could discipline any kid, or feed her or use him to carry groceries and nobody, not even the kid, thought a thing of it. When being sent to the principal’s office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving student at home.

We were in fear for our lives, but it wasn’t because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! Some of us are still afraid of them!

Remember when decisions were made by going “eeny-meeny-miney-mo” or rock, papaer, sissors. “Race issue” meant arguing about who ran the fastest. Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in Monopoly and terrorism was when the older kids were at the end of your street with pea-shooters waiting to ambush you, or the neighbourhood rottie chased you up a tree!

Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a slingshot, and your biggest danger at school was accidentally walking through the middle of a heated game of “brandies” or “slaps.” The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was boy/girl germs, and the worst thing in your day was having to sit next to one.

Birthday beats meant you didn’t want to go to school on your birthday. Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better. Taking drugs meant scoffing orange-flavoured chewable vitamin C’s, or swallowing half a Panadol. Ice cream was considered a basic food group. Going to the beach and catching a wave was a dream come true. Boogie boarding in the white wash made you the next Kelly Slater. Abilities were discovered because of a “double- dare”. Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors.

Now, didn’t that bring back some fond memories?

If you can remember most of these, you’re a Kiwi legend. Good on ya!

Author Unknown
Read on 9 August 2007 on Radio Rhema by Rob Holding.

‘Till next time…

The Latop Saga

So I sent my laptop into the Insurance company to sort out the replacement of either the broken screen or the whole thing last week, Friday.
My friend Emma from TCol had the same thing happen (admittedly her’s had a full grown boy stand on it), and hers was exactly the same computer. Her insurance company replaced her whole computer and she got a new one this week (Yay Emma!)

Wednesday we got a phone call saying that they were just going to replace my screen.
Secondly, the guy asked Mum (I was at uni…) if the hardrive had been wiped. Mum assumed I had done it and thought nothing of it.

Except that I hadn’t.

So somewhere in between me dropping it off at the Insurance company and it arriving at the fix-it people… my hard drive got wiped.
Not good.
So now, not only have I been without my laptop for a week, it’ll take another week to fix, and then I’ll spend another week putting everything back on it and setting it up how I had before.

I may as well have gotten a new computer from a site like nettoyersonmac.fr/antivirus-mac/. Except I won’t have.
This is all not good.

‘Till next time…

Lack of a Laptop…

Last week I accidentally leaned on my laptop a little too hard for its liking. The screen gasped, taking in as much breath as it could before it could hold no more. It coughed, and wheezed, cracking down its rib cage. Now, its off, somewhere, getting either repaired or replaced by insurance.
In the mean time, I am limited as to the updates and work I can do without it, so the website will be as it is for the next couple of weeks at least.

‘Till next time…

Affordable Art Show

Visited the Affordable Art Show yesterday with Vicky. First impressions were not good. The layout for one was shocking. You walk in, and its this tiny little bottleneck through which did not work at all. You couldn’t appreciate those artworks on display in it because you couldn’t stand back from them, and you felt shunted as you moved through.
The openings into gallery spaces were far too small, and felt very intimidating, especially when you had an artist’s wall with the artist standing there. I didn’t want to get too close in case I got accosted by them. It was not a nice feeling.
The layout of the progression the last few years has been good and easy to follow. This year however there seemed to be more offshoots and nooks and crannies, so many in fact that I’m not sure if I got to see all that was on offer.
I am writing a piece on the short comings and possible downfalls if the Affordable Art Show is to continue along these lines on my Canvas page.

‘Till next time…

Buses running on whose time?

It is a well known fact in Wellington that there is little point looking at the bus timetables. Its better just to sit back, relax and wait for it to come. The times are rough generalizations and merely give you how often they come and go, as opposed to when they will actually come and go (unlike the system in Europe when it will arrive on the dot, and leave not a second too soon, nor too late!) I’ve found it will arrive when it arrives anyway. If it is late, there was and is nothing you can or could do about it.
I’ve been catching the bus into and out of town the past week, since it is a bit cheaper. There have been a few mishaps like ending up in Moera instead of at home… but we all learn from mistakes!
I guess its one of those things I’ve noticed in that people busy themselves and get flustered when the bus is inevitably late. I have done so myself.
But is there anything you can do about it? No.
All you can do is board when it arrives.
Like everyone else.
And mutter under your breath how late it is…
‘Till next time…