Kareoke Queen

I am the Kareoke Queen, and High priestess of the Kareoke Party.

Righty... several things...

I greet you all (of two people who've ever commented) now aged a year greater than my last post.

And since have enjoyed six out of nine episodes of green Wing series one.

They rock. You should buy it, and prepare by purchasing adult nappies.

Oh... And Federer has taken his fourth Wimbledon title...

yaaaay.

Heh. Compookas.

Well Murray out. Big woop. Here's lovin' Federer.

Mild rant today about computers, or as I like to call them compookas.

Ye ole compooka of days gone by...

You know they were big, a bit awkawrd looking, heavy, clumsy and beige. Beige like big shapeless old man cargo trousers with elasticated waistbands. Beige like battered tennis shoes which have only ever seen a bowls court or field or whatever. You saw them and you knew what you were getting. You knew it was going to be difficult to move, and stick all the wires in properly. You knew that it was going to be slow, and creak a bit. You got the feeling that its little motor was going to spin round with an agitated and irritable murmur which would grow into an anguished low growl threatening to freeze and crash...

You knew that like most academics... or walking encyclopedias... who funnily enough tend to be of the twilighted years, your compooka may be very very smart, about to do complicated maths, understand complicated code, speak a whole different language. However your compooka will move at its own pace. It will rarely do what you want it to, or take years doing it. It will find you annoying, and as such it will make funny noises to inform you as such. It will inform you when you are doing something wrong, something you shouldn't be doing, it will even underline your spelling and grammatical miscellanious.

It will also crash. And freeze. And like some greatly ageing fellows, who come to a point where certain faculties just aren't as good as they used to be... you may well see the blue screen.

You knew all this. You could see all this just by the appearance of the old compooka.

NOW. You see them and they all black, and sleek, and all spanky and cool looking with their flat screens filled with plasma.

You think you're getting Neo from the matrix.

You are getting that same old fellow. In a dinner suit.