Chris Garrett

This morning I got in to find an email telling me “You suck”. It was a message sent to me by my website to tell me someone had added a guestbook message.

It seems some people think it is clever to leave (ho ho ho) “comedy” messages on my guestbook. Do they think I am going to leave a badly spelled insult on my website for all to see? People who do this obviously don’t have the intelligence to know I actually read what people put up there and have their machines IP Address and Host Name, so each message is ‘traceable’.

I don’t really care what people say on my guestbook, I just delete the immature stuff, but several people have noted the lack of email links on this site. Sorry and all that, but it’s the only way to prevent spam. There is a message facility in “You To Me” where you can send simple text messages, *if* I reply *then* you will get my email address. *If* I reply.

Once the Internet seemed like it was inhabited by intelligent, witty, kind people.

Like you and me ;O)

Two downers today :O(

Downer 1)

Netbenefit have sent me a invoice for two more years domain name fees for my company that hasn’t existed for months. £80! £50 of which is “administration fees”, I *know* there isn’t £50 of work there, greedy b’st’rds. When I called to complain the snotty bloke on the other end of the line said “don’t pay it”. Yeah, right. They know my credit card details, I ain’t leaving it at that.

Downer 2)

A really good coffee usually cheers me up. We have good coffee at work, but we don’t have a filter machine, just cafetieres and I don’t like the floaty bits you get.

We have a nice coffee takeaway place (Pret a mange) near work, and as I had mistakenly brought a frozen meal that requires a grill (d’oh) I thought I would go get a McDonalds Italiano burger and a nice mocha coffee. As usual Ann placed an order for a mocha too.

Pret give you takeout in paper bags. Why I didn’t use my McDonalds tray that I keep in the car for just these occasions I don’t know. As I went round the roundabout at 40mph the bag with the coffees in fell over. I thinks to myself “I’ll be clever, I’ll stop that happening again by placing the bag between my legs”. I picked up the coffee bag and poured hot coffee all over my car seats, all over my coat and all down my legs, while still hammering along at 40.

So … no coffee … boiling hot liquid down my sensitive parts … a stained, sticky car seat …

…. but at least my car smells a bit nicer ;O)

“The Buyer” was round today with his mum measuring for curtains and carpets, etc. Good job he took his mum along, he didn’t have a clue.

He’s not going to budge on having us out of the house. Our house isn’t going to be ready until three weeks after he wants to move in, so that means three weeks with the inlaws. Git.

It’s not just we are going to have to stay with Clares Mum and Dad that’s p*ssing me off, we are going to have to move house *twice*, have the cats vaccinated so they can stop in a cattery (the cattery fees on their own aren’t cheap) and we will have our belongings spread over lots of kind folks houses instead of one convenient place.

B@st*rd!

We were supposed to go through to see Simon and Julie, but we are much too p*ssed off to have a good time, Clare especially. Rearranged for next weekend.

Clare has a stinker of a cold any way, and it pelted it down with snow on the way home anyway, so maybe it was for best we rearranged.

Instead of seeing Simon and Jules we called in at Nigel and Traceys, who I have started calling our “therapists”. Whenever we are down we seem to end up either at McDonalds drivethru or Nigel and Traceys. We had a good old chat and bitched about the world and felt much better.

As I said above, the weather on the way home was horrendous, hope it’s better for work in the morning.

I have been looking forward to this day for a long time, almost as much as I am looking forward to the release of Star Wars Episode 1 : The Phantom Menace

Red Dwarf 8 Day! :OD

Maybe it wasn’t as exciting as it could be, we had seen this episode being filmed after all, but still I got a buzz watching it. As is usually the case the rare times I have something I really want to watch on telly someone phoned, luckily I managed to tape the episode.

We had been to a party style thing for my Dad and had to travel home at lunatic speed, nearly knocking over our car stupid cats in the driveway.

I am told our tiles are on our new house now, shouldn’t be long as we are moving in.

Still haven’t remembered the jiffy bags, despite Sea reminding me. D’oh! ;O)

Sorry Nick, Dave and Hilary, I *will* send that stuff – honest!

I have been neglecting my journal this week, I have been away and later in the week simply been too knackered when I have got home to do it. You know what it’s like, especially anyone who works with computers, some times when you get home the last thing you want to look at is a cathode ray tube. So I am typing this on Thursday, hoping I can remember what happened.

Monday/Tuesday I was Daan Saaf with my boss seeing a client. We spent about 10 hours travelling and a night in a Travel Lodge all for a two-hour meeting. It was kinda fun tho.

Clare lost her purse on Monday, luckily there are still honest folk in the world so she did get it back, but only after cancelling all her cards.

I’m sick. Very sick. Not in a “goes to bed with his pets” kind of way, more a “not very well” way.

My head isn’t working exactly to factory specifications either. What usually takes me a jiffie to think seems to take forever and my vision isn’t in sync with my movements.

Christine, Joe and Stacey mailed me today, part of the Canada wing of my family. Those Canadians are so far ahead of folk here, each of them has access to email somehow. Christine, Joe and Stacey use @Home – bloomin fast broadband internet access via cable. Anyone who knows me will recognise how I would dearly love cable internet access.

Just after Christine found my homepage my web server and email access dissapeared. I am writing this on Thursday, trying to remember Wednesday as best as I can through my flu-induced purply-green haze.

I know what I did from about 8:00pm onwards, I slept. Well, I should say I *tried* to sleep.

My mood-monitor currently reads “Beware of the Chris – It bites!”