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» Scary Neighbours
I *AM* the scary neighbour...
I live in a semi-detached house. My next-door neighbour on my detached side is a 30-odd year old police-woman with 2 pleasant and well-behaved kids. My next door neighbour on my attached side is a pretty normal lady, early-50's maybe.
I however, am a 20 year old girl living in a 3 bedroomed house by myself, who keeps having lots of (male) friends coming round for 10-man 52-hour LAN parties, and keeps a 4.5-foot long solid steel Klingon bat'leth, and a 4-foot long broadsword over the mantelpiece in my front room. I also have friends turn up with obsolete computers and nice shiny laser printers for me...and no-one ever sees any of the machines leave again (because they don't).
I'm scary quiet, even when having the LAN parties, I have scary amounts of beer cans/bottles and gin bottles and tonic water bottles, etc etc. in my recycling box each fortnight and yet am never seen drunk.
I am weird...If I lived next door to me, I'd be creeped out by me...
(Thu 25th Aug 2005, 19:28, More)
I *AM* the scary neighbour...
I live in a semi-detached house. My next-door neighbour on my detached side is a 30-odd year old police-woman with 2 pleasant and well-behaved kids. My next door neighbour on my attached side is a pretty normal lady, early-50's maybe.
I however, am a 20 year old girl living in a 3 bedroomed house by myself, who keeps having lots of (male) friends coming round for 10-man 52-hour LAN parties, and keeps a 4.5-foot long solid steel Klingon bat'leth, and a 4-foot long broadsword over the mantelpiece in my front room. I also have friends turn up with obsolete computers and nice shiny laser printers for me...and no-one ever sees any of the machines leave again (because they don't).
I'm scary quiet, even when having the LAN parties, I have scary amounts of beer cans/bottles and gin bottles and tonic water bottles, etc etc. in my recycling box each fortnight and yet am never seen drunk.
I am weird...If I lived next door to me, I'd be creeped out by me...
(Thu 25th Aug 2005, 19:28, More)
» Essential Items
Rather odd I guess...
As a Network Technician, I have a reasonable toolkit which usually consists of:
1 regular cross-head screwdriver
1 miniature cross-head screwdriver
1 regular straight-head screwdriver
1 miniature straight-head screwdriver
1 pair of wire-strippers
1 pair pliers
1 pair wire snips
1 adjustable spanner
1 IDC punch-down tool
1 RJ45 crimping tool
1 torch that straps on to my head
1 2-metre network cable
1 bag of AA batteries
1 bag of AAA batteries
1 packet of pens for writing on CDs with
1 roll of insulation tape
2 pocket knives
1 Sony Cliè TJ25
1 Nokia 6230i mobile phone
1 USB bluetooth chip
1 USB IRDA chip
10 blank CDs
10 blank DVDs
2 CDs of software tools
1 rather small USB mouse
and several USB flash drives...
(deep breath)
In addition to this, I also have:
1 small first aid kit
1 can deodorant spray
1 pair of scissors
2 pairs of sunglasses
1 black "beanie" hat (I get cold ears!)
1 pack playing cards
1 bottle opener
2 pairs of spare earphones
1 clipboard (keeps my bag nice and flat against my back)
Numerous packets of tissues
My wallet
and an assortment of random leads and things...
What's odd about this, is not that I own all of these, but that I carry them around in my backpack at all times. I never take them out unless I'm using them. Going down to the 24 hour Tesco? It's with me. Out walking with my best friend on the South Downs? It's with me. I can't take it out of my bag without being accutely aware of, and very uncomfortable about the fact that it's missing.
I also carry a towel. Not just any towel, but a hand-towel that my Dad pilfered out of a hotel about 10 years ago, and that I tie-dyed orange about 5 years ago. It's a homage to "The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy" - and has come in handy for all sorts - particularly with regard to coffee-spillage around computers - and especially when it's been raining. It's been with me through homelessness, unemployment, a really crap job, 2 boyfriends, and much much more. Again - I find it really uncomfortable when it's not with me...making me probably the only 20 year-old around who has a security blanket!!!
Needless to say - I can't usually fit much more than a sweater and/or jacket into my bag with all that...
Apologies, length, girth, ramblings, etc...
(Thu 27th Oct 2005, 21:02, More)
Rather odd I guess...
As a Network Technician, I have a reasonable toolkit which usually consists of:
1 regular cross-head screwdriver
1 miniature cross-head screwdriver
1 regular straight-head screwdriver
1 miniature straight-head screwdriver
1 pair of wire-strippers
1 pair pliers
1 pair wire snips
1 adjustable spanner
1 IDC punch-down tool
1 RJ45 crimping tool
1 torch that straps on to my head
1 2-metre network cable
1 bag of AA batteries
1 bag of AAA batteries
1 packet of pens for writing on CDs with
1 roll of insulation tape
2 pocket knives
1 Sony Cliè TJ25
1 Nokia 6230i mobile phone
1 USB bluetooth chip
1 USB IRDA chip
10 blank CDs
10 blank DVDs
2 CDs of software tools
1 rather small USB mouse
and several USB flash drives...
(deep breath)
In addition to this, I also have:
1 small first aid kit
1 can deodorant spray
1 pair of scissors
2 pairs of sunglasses
1 black "beanie" hat (I get cold ears!)
1 pack playing cards
1 bottle opener
2 pairs of spare earphones
1 clipboard (keeps my bag nice and flat against my back)
Numerous packets of tissues
My wallet
and an assortment of random leads and things...
What's odd about this, is not that I own all of these, but that I carry them around in my backpack at all times. I never take them out unless I'm using them. Going down to the 24 hour Tesco? It's with me. Out walking with my best friend on the South Downs? It's with me. I can't take it out of my bag without being accutely aware of, and very uncomfortable about the fact that it's missing.
I also carry a towel. Not just any towel, but a hand-towel that my Dad pilfered out of a hotel about 10 years ago, and that I tie-dyed orange about 5 years ago. It's a homage to "The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy" - and has come in handy for all sorts - particularly with regard to coffee-spillage around computers - and especially when it's been raining. It's been with me through homelessness, unemployment, a really crap job, 2 boyfriends, and much much more. Again - I find it really uncomfortable when it's not with me...making me probably the only 20 year-old around who has a security blanket!!!
Needless to say - I can't usually fit much more than a sweater and/or jacket into my bag with all that...
Apologies, length, girth, ramblings, etc...
(Thu 27th Oct 2005, 21:02, More)
» Evidence that you're getting old
Old fart already...
I'm in a respectable job as one of a team of Network Technicians at a local FE college. I live in a flat on my own and manage all of my own finances. I bought a 1985 3-door 1 litre VW Polo because I "only need a small car and it's more economical"...
...and I went down the pub a few weeks back with a mate after a particularly bad week at work, both of us with the sole intention of getting thoroughly rat-arsed - and gave up after 1 pint each because we "couldn't be bothered" to get pissed. We then went to our respective homes and had an early night.
Oh yeah - and I'm 19½.
(Thu 28th Oct 2004, 14:07, More)
Old fart already...
I'm in a respectable job as one of a team of Network Technicians at a local FE college. I live in a flat on my own and manage all of my own finances. I bought a 1985 3-door 1 litre VW Polo because I "only need a small car and it's more economical"...
...and I went down the pub a few weeks back with a mate after a particularly bad week at work, both of us with the sole intention of getting thoroughly rat-arsed - and gave up after 1 pint each because we "couldn't be bothered" to get pissed. We then went to our respective homes and had an early night.
Oh yeah - and I'm 19½.
(Thu 28th Oct 2004, 14:07, More)
» The Police
Innocent little me...
When I used to work for an internet cafe type affair, I often wouldn't finish work until 00:30 or 01:00 (due to the ridiculously late closing hours). I lived in a scummy area of town because I got paid bugger all, and it was about 10 min walk from work.
So - There was this old and slightly buggered 14" TV in one of the back offices that had been there since the business had taken over the building - and my boss said that he wanted it out of his way and that if I wanted it, then I could take it. So I did.
Cue me, 18 years old, looking tired as hell, scruffy as anything after 15 hours work, walking down one of the most notorious roads in Eastbourne, carrying a television set in my arms...at one o' clock in the morning...
Cue cop-car swinging round the corner facing me, spotting me and my telly, blue lighting the next possible turning around spot and pulling up beside me.
I stopped walking and put the TV set on the ground. He's getting out of the car. I'm bricking it wondering how the hell I'm going to explain this. He looks at me. I look at him.
"Excuse me, but this is a bloody funny time of night to be walking down Langney Road with a television isn't it..."
"Yes Sir" (followed by my explaination of the events which lead to my predicament)
He just looked very bemused let me go about my business. This leads me to conclude that coppers are not all bad, but possibly a bit daft in the head. I'd have arrested me!
(He didn't offer me a lift home though... :-()
Length/girth/whatever...
(Fri 23rd Sep 2005, 7:48, More)
Innocent little me...
When I used to work for an internet cafe type affair, I often wouldn't finish work until 00:30 or 01:00 (due to the ridiculously late closing hours). I lived in a scummy area of town because I got paid bugger all, and it was about 10 min walk from work.
So - There was this old and slightly buggered 14" TV in one of the back offices that had been there since the business had taken over the building - and my boss said that he wanted it out of his way and that if I wanted it, then I could take it. So I did.
Cue me, 18 years old, looking tired as hell, scruffy as anything after 15 hours work, walking down one of the most notorious roads in Eastbourne, carrying a television set in my arms...at one o' clock in the morning...
Cue cop-car swinging round the corner facing me, spotting me and my telly, blue lighting the next possible turning around spot and pulling up beside me.
I stopped walking and put the TV set on the ground. He's getting out of the car. I'm bricking it wondering how the hell I'm going to explain this. He looks at me. I look at him.
"Excuse me, but this is a bloody funny time of night to be walking down Langney Road with a television isn't it..."
"Yes Sir" (followed by my explaination of the events which lead to my predicament)
He just looked very bemused let me go about my business. This leads me to conclude that coppers are not all bad, but possibly a bit daft in the head. I'd have arrested me!
(He didn't offer me a lift home though... :-()
Length/girth/whatever...
(Fri 23rd Sep 2005, 7:48, More)
» Stuff You've Overheard
Phonecall
Mate: "Hello, House of The Rising Sun..."
Other end: "Hello, HMS Belfast..."
Mate: "Hello, is it me you're looking for..."
Other end: "We haven't got any goodbye."
Mate: "The number you have dialed has not been recognised, please replace the handset and try again..."
Other end: "WHAT?!!??!"
Mate: "Hello, Hitler's Bunker..."
Other end: "Hello Kentucky Fried Criminals..."
Mate: "Hello, Forced Labour Camp..."
- A series of opening lines a few months back when my mate picked up the departmental phone on speakerphone at work. We are Network Technicians in an FE college - and occasioanlly get bored with some of the inane phonecalls we get...
(Thu 10th Jun 2004, 14:27, More)
Phonecall
Mate: "Hello, House of The Rising Sun..."
Other end: "Hello, HMS Belfast..."
Mate: "Hello, is it me you're looking for..."
Other end: "We haven't got any goodbye."
Mate: "The number you have dialed has not been recognised, please replace the handset and try again..."
Other end: "WHAT?!!??!"
Mate: "Hello, Hitler's Bunker..."
Other end: "Hello Kentucky Fried Criminals..."
Mate: "Hello, Forced Labour Camp..."
- A series of opening lines a few months back when my mate picked up the departmental phone on speakerphone at work. We are Network Technicians in an FE college - and occasioanlly get bored with some of the inane phonecalls we get...
(Thu 10th Jun 2004, 14:27, More)