UNSPEAKABLE...
(begun Monday 24th January at 2.35am....)
I’m sitting here at the desk, having a quiet chuckle at the plaintive sound of the Ringmaster’s ‘nunu’ trying to get by me, unheard…. What a Chop… *grins…
His ‘research’ is coming on in leaps and bounds, and apparently it's anything goes, right now…
Boring as you may find it, as a Labrat, I’m duty-bound to report back on his amazing scientific achievements, be they made with the help of several joints, or not..*winks…
At 12.30am fat Sophie gave a sharp bark next to me.. I listened for a sec and heard the Master’s wireless nunu running loudly out in the garden, so I turned over and went back to sleep.. After all, he has our boundary covered…
By 1.30am he’d had the little dog thud off the bed three times, flapping her ears frantically, and was running the BF at it's height, so I obligingly sat up and pulled the curtains closed… *beams..
It was after 2am that I finally got the message, and got up for the day… Being a Pensioner has it's advantages, and getting up and about at odd hours of the day or night, is one of them..
So now here I sit at the desk, in the gentle glow of candlelight, with these curtains also pulled shut, and the wall jack unplugged and switched off behind me..
Apart from saying out loud to Bali how I feel as a result of his ministrations, my options are limited, but you can guarantee that drawing the drapes and pulling the plug demonstrate my admiration for his talents sufficiently….
You’ll maybe remember how I’d blogged yesterday of the mercifully cooler, drizzly weather? Despite this, I’d remarked to the GW at some point of the extreme heat that appeared isolated in just this room and my bedroom next door. The second onslaught was some time late in the afternoon when the GW had come through from the kitchen and asked whether I too felt the sudden extreme heat, and I’d shrugged (having just smartly shed my cardigan) and said that it must be about to rain heavily.. He pointed out that it was already raining.. Hau!
*As I scribble here at the desk, the GW has just tottered through to the loo for the third time in as many hours.. *gives the Ringmaster a standing ovation.. He certainly has us jumping through the hoops today…*
Whether the RF Specialist is already aware of the results documented on this particular aspect of the ‘research’, I wouldn’t know, and I guess that we Test Dummies all react differently to the various frequencies? In my case, the results have been pretty amazing, as he’s done the heatwave test on several occasions before, and the same thing always happens..
Don’t laugh, but my eyes go out of focus, I swear..
It seems like for some time after the heat has subsided, my sight is right off kilter… How clever is that? *applauds….
I've no idea of the effect it has on my fellow Test Dummies, but you can rest assured it's equally unpleasant… *yawns…
In this Game you’re playing with people’s lives, does this net the Creep a fat score? No, no, not the kudos he automatically gets from the Druglord and the Mob at times like this, I’m talking of the points you award each other on the WUGs? Of those nudge and wink moments when you enthusiastically say, he really nailed the bitch that time? *grins..
Was the Rocket Scientist also persuaded to join a local WUG, and did he fall for it? Is he aware that the Telecoms Agent heads the board of Trustees for all the WUGs in the land? That should he have been invited to join, it will ultimately have been at the behest of Jannie van Zyl? Shrug me off at your peril… *laughing…
I blogged our Head of Intelligence in Pigeon-Holed on Friday last, when I said that the ShaikBoyz, along with the Guptas, were also being controlled in turn… *grins.. When did the wikileaks report on Mo Shaik’s cozy arrangement with the US become public knowledge? *winks…
We have AMERICANS numbered amongst the Project Authors? *looks at the pith-helmetted one.. It’s not that I actively dislike your lot, it's just that… never mind… *sighs…
Does this latest cable leak, involving Mo Shaik, go some way to explaining your presence on mybroadband? Shh… no, you can plead the fifth at this stage, and I shan't mind at all…. A mole in the role of Observer? Cool beans! *dances…
There's a whole slew of stuff missing though… The cables concerning the Big Brother Operation in this country? All in code, and safe from Assange’s reach? Or were they hastily intercepted and destroyed before Joe Soap noticed them here in SA? *curious… For all I know, someone on mybroadband started a thread on this latest fascinating development and it was, for some reason, taken down before I signed in last night?
My Health Visitor next door had after all, heard the GW ask me several times yesterday, whether I'd seen the News24 report…
Did he subsequently go to the trouble of checking out the Forum and requesting that such a thread, if it existed, be removed? *grins.. Another delicious enigma?
When I posted my query last night in Off Topic, there was nothing at all on wiki’s latest revelation and no, I didn’t miss seeing it.. Not in OT, CA or Broadband News.. Do I anticipate a reply to my thread? Unlikely, but I’ll just have to wait and see..*fascinated…
It’s now 4.05am and the Researcher (read Criminal) has dumbed down the BF at last… What sounds like the rumble of giant road-working machines carries here on the thick, damp air…
Did Nayager, the Women-Abuser, attempt to have his latest triumph in the courts published in the Sunday papers as well? I saw nothing in either the Times or the Tribune, and would hope that it's finally been pointed out to the respective Editors that giving any form of positive publicity to the Convicted Sexual Offender is a slap in the face for all women who suffer abuse in any form.. *vomits…
Was the Chief Whisperer consulted before the wikileaks revelation was published? Was permission requested by News24 ahead of it appearing on the interwebz?
The way I look at it, is that our President will be tickled pink by his dear friend’s support, and any cracks that may have appeared in that partnership will be shored up immediately, leaving our Head of Intelligence to continue running the country from the shadows, on the instructions of the Project Authors… *beams…
Will we get to see similar ‘leaked’ cables of communiques between Mo and MI5? *falls over laughing.. Geez guys – Can you not see how beautifully Assange’s leaked cables have been used, to manipulate our President even further?
Whatever you think of Mo Shaik’s so-called ‘grooming’ by the US, and his willingness to be an informant on a grand scale, you know that Zuma will see the cable and be enchanted by it…*grins and waits..
Has Houghton been on the Grid for long? Wired up to the Information Theft technology? Who rules the roost in that plush suburb? Agliotti? I was reading the Extra Society Section in the Sunday Times Extra yesterday, and it sure sounded like an Area Controller was trying to gatecrash the larnie function thrown by the Johannesburg Consul General, Vikram Doraiswami… See Page 6. His efforts seem to have caused the Host to have to resort to using a generator… Did the Listeners have to abort their efforts in the end, or was it worth it after all? Random information gathering, or a specific target amongst the party-goers? *interested…
LATER at 7.35am
Man, that was classic laziness, but seeing as how the curtains were pulled, and it was grey and drizzly again, there were no sun’s rays to push me off Cloud 9, until guilt finally got me up at 7am.. *purple…
Who’s protecting the Blue Light Sheik fellow? The Mob perchance? Looking after one of their own, while it suits them? Don’t be surprised if he isn't ultimately terminated in a shoot-out.. *grins… The euphamism so frequently used these days, for tidying up loose ends.. *winks..
I bet Sheik called in a few favours and has been given temporary sanctuary until the Crime Bosses decide how to have him taken out, before he shoots his mouth off… *yawns…
Glen Nayager will know exactly where the Stalker is at this moment, and you can bet good money on it.. Sheik is a Zoneboy and a cop, and he will be on first name terms with his fellow Woman Abuser, without a doubt…
Is the Druglord toying with the idea of getting his Pet Monkey to handle Sheik’s capture and demise? How ironic that would be, to use one Sex Offender to silence another, for good…
On a final note, the enormous heat so brilliantly generated in just two of our rooms yesterday, can be measured on a standard digital temperature gauge, like we’ve got? It goes without saying I didn’t think to check the reading, and I personally have my doubts that it would be a true one, anyways... That tri-field meter reader still heads my wishlist, that’s fosho… *grins..
Did Barnabas pitch up in his second-best Armani, for morning mass at St. Ann’s? To sanctimoniously reassure his obedient subjects that he has only their welfare at heart, and to arrange for a couple more juicy tenders, to go to the most deserving? * vomits freely… Rehabilitated? Turned over a new leaf? Are you KIDDING me?! He’s simply expanded his Drug Empire to include the highly lucrative theft of private information, with the blessing and assistance of the current Head of our Country, Mistuh Mo Shaik…*applauds…
I look around me, and for the most part can tell the Grade A Cowards from the Cautious Good, and I understand why I must be shunned.. I speak freely of the unspeakable, do I not? Currently known as the Truth..*teeth..
LATER at 8.48am
I've just nipped into mybroadband to see whether the oversight had been rectified.. It hadn't, and right about now, you can cue in the Jaw's theme music.. *cackles… To the two posters with the cojones to appear on my thread – Shot! To the rest of you cowering on the sidelines, including those who've shot their own mouths off in Schabir's direction, so freely in the past.. Regrets, much? *choking…
Peace
---oOo---
Monday 24th January 2011 at 10.14am…
Sunday, January 23, 2011
WHEN IT'S DARK ENOUGH, YOU CAN SEE THE STARS...
(begun Saturday 22nd January at 4.15am..)
And suddenly, a car alarm goes off nearby.. B.Snr? Monty? My Area Controller’s nunu continues to grind on ceaselessly outside.. So, tellus Bali? Will I hear at some point that a car was broken into? Do you still insist that there aren't monitoring devices saturating every inch of the Crescent and Garbutt Road? *falls over laughing…
Give it up dewd… You’re as crooked as the day is long, and you continue to hide your real activities behind some BS agenda you claim to have been given by your Superiors…. Such a small thing is that car alarm, but unless you tell your colleagues that it was you that inadvertently set it off five minutes ago (easily achieved I'm sure), you should be able to report on just who was up in the road at this hour, if anyone? Not?
I’d connected to the Internet earlier than usual yesterday afternoon. At 4.40pm I signed in to browse mybb.. At 4.46pm Bali’s remote chirruped. The TV was still on behind me. Both at 5.25pm, and one minute later, his remote sounded again, and I turned round to find our telly screen blacked out..*snorts…
Hell, I've no idea what elaborate stories he cooks up for you, if any at all, but the fact remains that he controls every aspect of our power supplies, as much as he ever did.. Thank heavens you’re much too sharp for this ever to happen to you… *cackles…
Maybe when the time comes they’ll be up front with you, and say that although Jimmy (your WUG Area Controller) hasn’t an EE degree, he runs the power supplies via a fail-safe computer program, and if any of your electrical assets should bite the dust, you’ll be fully compensated?
A small risk to take in return for your gilt-edged invite to join the Elite? *looks at the Scrabble-Player.. Has your life not improved one way or the other, astonishingly, since you were invited to join the WUG? Sure it has.. Joey’s hasn’t, but then he’s just a dog FFS.. A dog whose ears and jaw will doubtless ache inexplicably and frequently from now on, much like mine..*grins…
Speaking of which – As I turned up into Garbutt yesterday morning, my entire jaw began to ache, and the sensation stuck with me on and off for most of the day, never mind the foul BF frequency enabled…
Whatever frequency caused that to happen, is out there for you all to share, and probably won't lead to a spate of terminal cancers… But you can rest assured that Chosen or not, you ARE being exposed to crazy doses of EMR, randomly activated by the Druglord’s hand-picked employee, in the name of progress…
Chances are you’ll survive and flourish.. You know the symptoms to watch for, that will tell you whether your natural defences have been breached, turning you into a sub-standard ThinSkin…
Should this unlikely event occur, I'm blank as to how you should proceed, and I guess you’ll find you’re on your own, in more ways than one.. Maybe you'll have better luck at joining the SA Support Group?
LATER AT 6.15AM
I couldn’t find a baby green cabbage at the shops, so I've just cooked him up some red cabbage instead, for his lunch.. Will he mind? Priscilla? *waves towards the Bluff…
Why did young halicon LOL so swiftly, when I suggested to him in gmail chat that he may on occasion be acting as a proxy for my Area Controller? Did he volunteer to be a GateKeeper, and if so, for which Team? Come hal, stand for a second where I'm standing right now, and you will see that anything is possible… No? Can't say I blame you.. *grins..
If in fact your presence is the reason I'm not being subjected to quite so much crud, as I attempt to blog, then I thank you for it..*curtseys in case…
If not, and you're there to protect the Project from my words, then good luck to you, you're in for a boring job, as I'm no more a threat now, than I was when I began blogging….
Godschild is a reasonable man.. Did he ever suggest that it would take him all of five minutes of conversation with me, to clear up my doubts and misconceptions? Did he ever say this out loud in the privacy of his own home? Was he ever subsequently told that I wasn’t to be engaged in conversation at all, if possible? Who reiterated that I am a notorious mischief-maker and to be avoided at all costs?
The PTB were right to drag their heels before issuing an Invite to the Scrabble-Player… He prides himself on his tolerant attitude towards everyone, despite any reputation they may have.. *looks at the Director..
A work-around? There's a huge amount at stake here, so it's vital that my Good Neighbour be led to believe I'm the enemy? Fear not, his thinking had already been coloured long before your efforts were required.. Whether with the help of a whisper here and there, or formed under his own steam, is unknown…
I've a fairly good idea where you and the Principal stand on the matter… It’s a given that Father Gangsta Denker was easily persuaded by the Druglord to allow St. Theresa’s to be rigged up as a mini base Station, and nothing you could do would've changed that.. *shrugs..
On the plus side, was the Government Lotto funded 4-phase upgrade, that was given in return for your compliance.. For all I know, you and the Principal agonised for hours over the possible risks to your innocent charges… Well, that’s what I like to believe anyways… *waves to Jenny…
As it’s turned out, all the assurances you were given that the Wireless Operation presents no danger to the inmates, has proven to be rubbish, and several of the un-Chosen here in the Crescent can attest to this…
Who was it that finally decided the Scrabble-Player would be safer from my prattling were he tucked into the bosom of the local WUG?
Surrounded, much like the Part-Time Activist, by an online Community that would verify at the drop of a hat that I'm a pariah, and to be avoided at all costs?
Am I ahead of myself here? Is there still a chance that he would share the magical Sales Pitch with me, and explain why such a devout young man is content to join a LAN that ultimately answers to a Druglord?
That he doesn’t find the conversion of St. Theresa’s orphanage to a giant Wireless enhancer, obscene, or the fact that even the Sisters haven't been informed of this miracle, disturbing?
LATER at 1.05pm
I was up doing the gates for the GW when His Foulness pulled out, and swept off up the hill.. I swear I heard him call out 'Look Fats! No hands!’ as he went, and sure enough, he'd left the BackFire running uncomfortably high… *shrugs….
Sunday 23rd January at 3.20am..
I've just lit the candles, and almost immediately my ears are squished in a vice, and my 'tinnitis' rises to a scream… *grins and waves… I'd asked my Controller at bedtime, whether he preferred my curtains drawn or open, and he'd not responded, but had kept the BF up to vicious levels.. After a while I decided either way it wouldn’t bother him, so I drew them together and eventually hit the Land of Nod…
Trying to keep him out? Moi? With Telkom’s wireless cable running the length of my house, and him in control of our power supplies? Jy jok vir my..*chokes…
What it does achieve however, is confusion in NunuWorld.. He has the devices planted in front of windows we hardly ever cover with the curtains.. As a result, the poor obsessed Sod will have missed when I staggered through for a pee some time earlier, so you can understand his excitement when I eventually got up and came through to light the candles… *eyeroll…
How’s my personal Medical File doing these days Creep?
My deterioration irritatingly slow, despite your best/worst efforts? Care for an update? As I sit here, my fillings both top and bottom, on the side nearest your house, are drawing attention to themselves quite unpleasantly… WTG!!! The wind is up and noisy, so I'll have to take a raincheck on the wireless song for now…
Anyone seen the Telecoms Agent lately? He’s forging ahead like a steam train, determined to make up for his errors at Craigavon, you can bet on it… Socialising out on the WUGS is an important part of his Agenda… Much like his online Protégé the Cracker, he’ll be offering his help here and there, all the while assessing your worth to the Project.. efnet #trivia, anyone? *sighs….
*Kitz kindly deposited a disgusting hairball under the desk sometime in the night, and I've just inadvertently ‘discovered’ it… Wait.. *goes off to clean up and have a brief heave…*
A ‘democratic’ vote was taken to shut me out of any trivia channel at all, was it not? A similar set-up done with the option to join the emrffsa SA Support Group as well? That’s all we’re worth down here? Jannie’s supporters vs. whom? Has my appalling stupidity resulted in an agreement between both sides FFS?
Maybe it's not such a bad thing after all, as my incoherence here on this blog is trebled out on irc…
In that whole thread extolling the wonders of CFL’s on mybb, did I not see one mention of mercury made.. I'm that thick, maybe I missed where it was said that CFL’s no longer contain any mercury at all? Anyways, it's commendable that you're all doing your bit to save on power, to justify the enormous increase in usage necessary for the WUGS and the Big Brother privacy invasion… *applauds…
LATER at 11.20am
I've just been typing out a draft of the current CPF Minutes into Word, and I finished, only to find the telly screen had been blacked out… *blinks..
WTF did our Network Admin find offensive in the Minutes? Ask him to let you read them (17th January) and decide for yourselves whether they were worthy of a smack to the screen… Go on, I dare you..*cackles…
It’s a deliciously drizzly and cool day here in the Zone, and BackFire or not, I’m happy..
Peace…
---oOo---
Sunday 23rd January 2011 at 12.40pm.
(begun Saturday 22nd January at 4.15am..)
And suddenly, a car alarm goes off nearby.. B.Snr? Monty? My Area Controller’s nunu continues to grind on ceaselessly outside.. So, tellus Bali? Will I hear at some point that a car was broken into? Do you still insist that there aren't monitoring devices saturating every inch of the Crescent and Garbutt Road? *falls over laughing…
Give it up dewd… You’re as crooked as the day is long, and you continue to hide your real activities behind some BS agenda you claim to have been given by your Superiors…. Such a small thing is that car alarm, but unless you tell your colleagues that it was you that inadvertently set it off five minutes ago (easily achieved I'm sure), you should be able to report on just who was up in the road at this hour, if anyone? Not?
I’d connected to the Internet earlier than usual yesterday afternoon. At 4.40pm I signed in to browse mybb.. At 4.46pm Bali’s remote chirruped. The TV was still on behind me. Both at 5.25pm, and one minute later, his remote sounded again, and I turned round to find our telly screen blacked out..*snorts…
Hell, I've no idea what elaborate stories he cooks up for you, if any at all, but the fact remains that he controls every aspect of our power supplies, as much as he ever did.. Thank heavens you’re much too sharp for this ever to happen to you… *cackles…
Maybe when the time comes they’ll be up front with you, and say that although Jimmy (your WUG Area Controller) hasn’t an EE degree, he runs the power supplies via a fail-safe computer program, and if any of your electrical assets should bite the dust, you’ll be fully compensated?
A small risk to take in return for your gilt-edged invite to join the Elite? *looks at the Scrabble-Player.. Has your life not improved one way or the other, astonishingly, since you were invited to join the WUG? Sure it has.. Joey’s hasn’t, but then he’s just a dog FFS.. A dog whose ears and jaw will doubtless ache inexplicably and frequently from now on, much like mine..*grins…
Speaking of which – As I turned up into Garbutt yesterday morning, my entire jaw began to ache, and the sensation stuck with me on and off for most of the day, never mind the foul BF frequency enabled…
Whatever frequency caused that to happen, is out there for you all to share, and probably won't lead to a spate of terminal cancers… But you can rest assured that Chosen or not, you ARE being exposed to crazy doses of EMR, randomly activated by the Druglord’s hand-picked employee, in the name of progress…
Chances are you’ll survive and flourish.. You know the symptoms to watch for, that will tell you whether your natural defences have been breached, turning you into a sub-standard ThinSkin…
Should this unlikely event occur, I'm blank as to how you should proceed, and I guess you’ll find you’re on your own, in more ways than one.. Maybe you'll have better luck at joining the SA Support Group?
LATER AT 6.15AM
I couldn’t find a baby green cabbage at the shops, so I've just cooked him up some red cabbage instead, for his lunch.. Will he mind? Priscilla? *waves towards the Bluff…
Why did young halicon LOL so swiftly, when I suggested to him in gmail chat that he may on occasion be acting as a proxy for my Area Controller? Did he volunteer to be a GateKeeper, and if so, for which Team? Come hal, stand for a second where I'm standing right now, and you will see that anything is possible… No? Can't say I blame you.. *grins..
If in fact your presence is the reason I'm not being subjected to quite so much crud, as I attempt to blog, then I thank you for it..*curtseys in case…
If not, and you're there to protect the Project from my words, then good luck to you, you're in for a boring job, as I'm no more a threat now, than I was when I began blogging….
Godschild is a reasonable man.. Did he ever suggest that it would take him all of five minutes of conversation with me, to clear up my doubts and misconceptions? Did he ever say this out loud in the privacy of his own home? Was he ever subsequently told that I wasn’t to be engaged in conversation at all, if possible? Who reiterated that I am a notorious mischief-maker and to be avoided at all costs?
The PTB were right to drag their heels before issuing an Invite to the Scrabble-Player… He prides himself on his tolerant attitude towards everyone, despite any reputation they may have.. *looks at the Director..
A work-around? There's a huge amount at stake here, so it's vital that my Good Neighbour be led to believe I'm the enemy? Fear not, his thinking had already been coloured long before your efforts were required.. Whether with the help of a whisper here and there, or formed under his own steam, is unknown…
I've a fairly good idea where you and the Principal stand on the matter… It’s a given that Father Gangsta Denker was easily persuaded by the Druglord to allow St. Theresa’s to be rigged up as a mini base Station, and nothing you could do would've changed that.. *shrugs..
On the plus side, was the Government Lotto funded 4-phase upgrade, that was given in return for your compliance.. For all I know, you and the Principal agonised for hours over the possible risks to your innocent charges… Well, that’s what I like to believe anyways… *waves to Jenny…
As it’s turned out, all the assurances you were given that the Wireless Operation presents no danger to the inmates, has proven to be rubbish, and several of the un-Chosen here in the Crescent can attest to this…
Who was it that finally decided the Scrabble-Player would be safer from my prattling were he tucked into the bosom of the local WUG?
Surrounded, much like the Part-Time Activist, by an online Community that would verify at the drop of a hat that I'm a pariah, and to be avoided at all costs?
Am I ahead of myself here? Is there still a chance that he would share the magical Sales Pitch with me, and explain why such a devout young man is content to join a LAN that ultimately answers to a Druglord?
That he doesn’t find the conversion of St. Theresa’s orphanage to a giant Wireless enhancer, obscene, or the fact that even the Sisters haven't been informed of this miracle, disturbing?
LATER at 1.05pm
I was up doing the gates for the GW when His Foulness pulled out, and swept off up the hill.. I swear I heard him call out 'Look Fats! No hands!’ as he went, and sure enough, he'd left the BackFire running uncomfortably high… *shrugs….
Sunday 23rd January at 3.20am..
I've just lit the candles, and almost immediately my ears are squished in a vice, and my 'tinnitis' rises to a scream… *grins and waves… I'd asked my Controller at bedtime, whether he preferred my curtains drawn or open, and he'd not responded, but had kept the BF up to vicious levels.. After a while I decided either way it wouldn’t bother him, so I drew them together and eventually hit the Land of Nod…
Trying to keep him out? Moi? With Telkom’s wireless cable running the length of my house, and him in control of our power supplies? Jy jok vir my..*chokes…
What it does achieve however, is confusion in NunuWorld.. He has the devices planted in front of windows we hardly ever cover with the curtains.. As a result, the poor obsessed Sod will have missed when I staggered through for a pee some time earlier, so you can understand his excitement when I eventually got up and came through to light the candles… *eyeroll…
How’s my personal Medical File doing these days Creep?
My deterioration irritatingly slow, despite your best/worst efforts? Care for an update? As I sit here, my fillings both top and bottom, on the side nearest your house, are drawing attention to themselves quite unpleasantly… WTG!!! The wind is up and noisy, so I'll have to take a raincheck on the wireless song for now…
Anyone seen the Telecoms Agent lately? He’s forging ahead like a steam train, determined to make up for his errors at Craigavon, you can bet on it… Socialising out on the WUGS is an important part of his Agenda… Much like his online Protégé the Cracker, he’ll be offering his help here and there, all the while assessing your worth to the Project.. efnet #trivia, anyone? *sighs….
*Kitz kindly deposited a disgusting hairball under the desk sometime in the night, and I've just inadvertently ‘discovered’ it… Wait.. *goes off to clean up and have a brief heave…*
A ‘democratic’ vote was taken to shut me out of any trivia channel at all, was it not? A similar set-up done with the option to join the emrffsa SA Support Group as well? That’s all we’re worth down here? Jannie’s supporters vs. whom? Has my appalling stupidity resulted in an agreement between both sides FFS?
Maybe it's not such a bad thing after all, as my incoherence here on this blog is trebled out on irc…
In that whole thread extolling the wonders of CFL’s on mybb, did I not see one mention of mercury made.. I'm that thick, maybe I missed where it was said that CFL’s no longer contain any mercury at all? Anyways, it's commendable that you're all doing your bit to save on power, to justify the enormous increase in usage necessary for the WUGS and the Big Brother privacy invasion… *applauds…
LATER at 11.20am
I've just been typing out a draft of the current CPF Minutes into Word, and I finished, only to find the telly screen had been blacked out… *blinks..
WTF did our Network Admin find offensive in the Minutes? Ask him to let you read them (17th January) and decide for yourselves whether they were worthy of a smack to the screen… Go on, I dare you..*cackles…
It’s a deliciously drizzly and cool day here in the Zone, and BackFire or not, I’m happy..
Peace…
---oOo---
Sunday 23rd January 2011 at 12.40pm.
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