Shingalana, France, 2004. Either he can’t get on with the French language and he’s given up or else he’s wishing he’d purchased those sunglasses after all. That French sun can be vicious.
… continuing on from last week’s technology chat let’s include electronic goods in that, shall we? Why not indeed.
Okay! I have four computers currently using two and this is not anything grand it’s only because I buy a laptop, don’t get on with it, buy another, ditto and eventually end up by purchasing a hard disk and monitor purely so I can use my older-style keyboard which is what I should have done in the first place.
And what is this new type of keyboard anyway? No bounce to the keys whatsoever. When you hit a key it’s supposed to give a bit of a boing but not so with these new keypads you get more of a bleurgh than a boing. Plus the keys are off-centre which means when I want to write for example, “typing blogs” it comes out as “roingd vilog”. Who’s clever idea was that? Someone who either dictates a lot or uses pen and paper as no self-respecting typist would have re-arranged a perfectly good keyboard by shunting everything upon it to one side like last week’s fish.
And my point? The laptop makes noises like a chirping bird. Confuses the cat. Confuses me. It’s chirping away right now. I can hear it on the other side of the room. And that’s another thing. My fridge groans. It’s 0200 in the morning. It’s dark, I’m sleepy, just awoken and feeling the need to feed my ulcer, it’s between a yoghurt rice cake and a fruity bar when all of a sudden the fridge lets out this ghostlike groan which makes my blood gelid. I read somewhere of fridges producing noises or else they are picking up radio waves as it’s been said they sound just like Elvis Presley singing. Seriously. Rather Elvis then this withering groan. Most disconcerting.
Be well and keep warm. I will do my best to achieve this. Bye for now.