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Tuesday, March 13

Trivial Extremes Of Pleasure And Pain

I'm a trivial person. Of that there's no doubt. There are some none-earth-shattering things in my life which cause me quite a lot of head-time. I will share with you two bad things and then two good things. None of these are important in the grand scheme of things.

Bad 1 - My Mobile
That bloomin' mobile phone is a nuisance. I need to reset it because it keeps wearing its own battery down by constantly lighting up for no reason. To reset it, I first need to copy the contacts out of it. To do that I need to connect it to the computer and I just can't get myself motivated to do it.

Then there's the fact that it's a pile of shit. The software in it is just total bumsticks.

Bad 2 - External Hard Drive
My attempt to save some money by ordering components and building my own external hard drive, making some money back by selling some identically specced duplicates on eBay, has fallen on its arse, after I've had to return not one but two of the hard drives I've received. One of the returned ones was the replacement for the first. Not surprisingly, the compnay that supplies the drives is questioning whether I know what I'm doing. So am I.

Except I do. I will beat this thing.

Good 1 - Borat
I bought the Borat DVD last week and I watched it last night. I hooted again. I laughed at the standard "big fat naked guy" joke, which will always be funny. I laughed at the extras. I laughed at the bulk of the movie and I laughed some more. It was funny. It make me want to wee.

Good 2 - The Forgotten Songs
The advantage of recording gigs is that I end up with a version of the songs I write, perform once, and then forget about. There are a few such songs which I would never dream of performing on stage... but why? Maybe they could be fixed? Maybe they aren't stand-up friendly, but are good in themselves? Maybe they're just memories of times when I wrote more than the usual shit I perform gig in gig out.

So, on Friday, when I was driving to Leeds, I listened to some old recordings. I'm building up a collection of some of my own rarities. Maybe I'll bring some of them back out. Maybe not. Either way, it make me smile.

It make?
I'm just using the term "it make me" as a tribute to Borat.

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