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1.11.02. AND THIS IS WHY I AM RUBBISH AT DOING DIARIES! THIS IS WHY I THOUGHT DOING A 'BLOG WOULD BE A BAD IDEA!!

It's the first time in ages I can be bothered to sit and put something in this thing. I don't know how other people can update them every day...? What do they do? Do they walk around with a pen and paper all the time? Do they carry tape recorders with them constantly? Do they have a cameraman and crew following them around all the time? I don't. I can't remember anything..as usual! When did I last update this? Erm, I dunno. (checks) oh right. A week ago. Ok.

The way I see it, I have two choices. Go back and fill in the other days. Write about them on this page. Or ignore them. Make that THREE choices.

I'll write them here. It'll be easier.

Saturday. Don't remember... Went to work I think. Oh yeah, that's right! Tony from work was complaining about how his SKY reciever had broke and he couldn't fix it. After reeling off lots of different ways of fixing it, he stopped hinting and boldy asked- WILL YOU COME ROUND AND FIX IT??! I said I could give him an hour of my time tomorrow after work.

Sunday. Work again. Nothing worth reporting there. As promised, I followed Tony to his new home, A caravan somewhere in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by other caravans, and the people who live in them. After looking around his caravan for a bit, (it actually didn't feel like a caravan, it's quite nice actually, but I couldn't live in one. I like houses. With stairs, and more rooms, and attics, etc.) He also dropped more hints that he wants me to look at the electrics sometime. Trouble is it's all pine cladding! NIGHTMARE! And I've never done a caravan before... It's a big tin thing- Doesn't it need mega earthing and stuff? Oh well, back to his SKY Digital box. I condemned it. Tried everything I could think of. Gave up. He didn't have extended warranty on it, and it's three years old, so we concluded that it had timed out, after a message from sky, so they could get another £65.00!

After a coffee and a general fiddle with his Video and telly, It was time to go. Trouble was I was lost. I followed him to his place, and only had a vague idea where I was. I had recognised a some of the way there and deceided there was a shortcut.

Got on the phone and checked if there was some free food available back at the Butler's residence. There was. Good. Off to Bishop Auckland. I was in Teesside. Somewhere.

After finding the A66 was a one way dual-carriageway and I couldn't actually cross it, I went 6 miles in the wrong direction, towards Middlesbrough, (fretting about petrol, I might add). Turned round, got to Bishop.

I had food. It was nice- steak and veg and gravy. Then we watched a bit of telly, and while a documentary about ghosts and spooky things was on, the program was on about orbs and things that appear on photos. (Halloween soon).

Tracey announced "We have photos with orbs on them! All the pictures of 'Becca!".

"Do You?" Says me, curious, "can I see them?". Then it was off to the PC. They have a digital camera. I haven't. So when she pulls up all the pictures on the screen, we trawl through them. There were LOADS. And loads of them had these orb thingies on them. I couldn't explain them. This was spooky! So we played around with the camera and did some test photos. Sure enough we caught some pics of orbs, just like the ones on the telly earlier. Now this was REALLY spooky! Goosebumps and hair standing on end stuff! Particularly a couple of excellent pics with some amazing orbs. (Will try to get copies of those pics)

When we started looking at them more closely, I began to wonder. The 'scientist' in me found it difficult to accept that these were some kind of 'mystical energy', or 'lost human souls' like it said on the telly, there were just too many of them. Some were in rooms full of people, like parties, plays, stage shows, etc. And there were none in natural daylight. Could it be something to do with the amount of activity in the room, perhaps, and not 'the amount of human souls in the room'.

...I concluded that it was much more likely to be specks of dust in front of the lens, reflecting the flash light back, than 'mysterious forces from the paranormal world'. Me and Phil were happy with that conclusion. Tracey still isn't... My point is that just about everything weird can be explained away with a bit of logic, and our good friend, science! Oh yes.

Monday. Why did I rota myself in for a 7am start? I know I am crap at them. My brain still didn't wake up till 9.15. It was like flicking a switch. 9.14-sleepy. 9.15-awake and conscious. Thing is I had been doing something for over 2 hours. I think I ordered over £7000 worth of lightbulbs! EEK!!

Tuesday. Can't remember any of it. Must have been boring.

Wednesday. Day off. Had inspiration about what to next week. I am off. I was going to decorate the kitchen, extension, etc. But as I hate that part of the house (the kitchen is a room of necessity, and not pleasure, and thus will not drastically improve my standard of living. That is if you don't count the hygiene side of things, and the fact that the kitchen is desperate for a make over). I decided to 'postpone' that project and decorate the 'computer room'. It is in fact, the spare bedroom, but I want to make it a fully shelved, with benches, and desk, project room. A room where I have enough space for all my computer equipment, hi-fi overspill, mixer, record players, desk to sit at and ponder, and write things, along with an area for projects where I can make little electronic things and poke them with my neon screwdriver. (And probably receive numerous electric shocks in the process. Ho hum, all par for the course, I suppose.) So Anyway, next week I will decorate this room. Only problem is- where will the bed go? It's a bed settee, and I must remember to leave room for it.

Bigger problem!!... From Saturday I will have to disconnect and remove the computer. How will I cope? No internet! Nothing to waste my time on! I'll have to watch more tv! (nervous twitch. twitch, eek, etc.) I am dreading being W.O.C. (WithOut Computer).

Ordered the Buffy box set season 5 today. I will have to fit the decorating around watching that.

Thursday. Considering this was just yesterday, and I can't remember any of it, it must have been REALLY boring.

Today. Another fascinating day in the life of an electrician cunningly disguised as a shop assistant. My order for £7000 of lightbulbs has arrived, oh dear.. Still, at least we won't need to re-order for a while...

Last time on the PC for a while. Provided I am strong enough to go ahead and unplug it. Be strong Chris. Be strong! It's an incentive to get on with the job. I still have loads of CDs to burn. The thought of no MP3s...