an ode to my flash

i am saddened for i cannot find my flash disk. and whilst its probably not very constructive to love a piece of technology, i loved that thing. it flipped out when you pressed a button and had an awesome flashing light every time you did something cool. sigh. farewell dear flash. i hope you find someone that will give you a good home and only save cool things in your large memory (such as the calvin & hobbes collection we shared). farewell.

anyway, onto happier things - i am LOVING the book i am reading - 'Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close'... working my student job at the book shop allows me to read a lot of twaddle, but once in a while i come across something really great. anybody looking for something to do (ahahahaa - if there actually is anyone apart from me with a smidgen of free time... i complained about having to hand my thesis in so early and then laughed when everyone started having to graft hard but now i'm just bemoaning the loneliness that comes with being the only one with nothing to do and no exams to write... hmmm ... that sentence was supposed to make everyone feel sorry for me, but i think it might have the opposite effect, anyway ... i digress) if anyone is looking for something , read this book. i understand it might not be everyone's cup of earl grey breakfast tea, but i'd like to hear what everyone thinks. I read two pages of it to Vanny and her boyfriend The Brain, and they enjoyed it! so lets go folks! get out those bifocals!

Hmmm there was something else i wanted to say ... but now.... i cant remember so i'm going to have to talk about something else : for example the electricity board in jo'burg! they have to be the most incompetent people on the face of the planet (let's all take a minute of silence to hope that these people never have the opportunity to breed) and they have done something incredibly dumb and irritating to vanny's electricity and i wish to send my heartfelt sympathy to her and the rest of her clan. Do you know how irritating it is to live without electricity when you have to write your thesis? and its all fine and dandy pretending to be Laura Ingalls Wilder a la Little House on the Prairie for about ten minutes, and then you end up singeing your hair on the candle and realise that you can't watch the news and something exciting could be happening and suddenly its not all that happy. I remember my uncle dave's last house that we ended up house sitting for an extended period of time (3 years) while he earnt millions and flounced about builing skyscrapers in Arabia and the police came to the house one day and there was all this hoo-hah about electricity and my brother and gran had to go fix it at the police station and at the Council for Water and Lights in the middle of town and they left me at home to study and my gran's parting words were 'if the police come here and need to take someone in for questioning and since you are the only person here, they take you, don't tell them anything about the mafia... and lock the kitchen door before you go' ... don't tell them anything about the mafia? turns out uncle dave had inadvertedly bought this house from the Israeli mafia that had had to flee the country and they had an illegal generator on the property. that was an interesting day.