I had some movie tickets that would've been soon past their best date, so we needed to go and see a movie. Tossed a coin between Good Night, and Good Luck. and Pink Panther, and the latter won by default. Mainly because I've grown weary and frustrated ages ago with the so-called Movie experience™ due to motley crowd of whispering - and not so whispering - kids, teens speaking on their cell etc. If I want to hear some blisfully ignorant person's opinions during my motion picture or hear the endless rattleing of crips packets or hear the odd ringtone here and there, I can can provide that all by myself (especially the ignoramus-bit) at the privacy of my own home, thank you very much.Mindless fun, where the blasted background noise is not going to be a problem, was going to be the order du jour.
This was exactly what the doctor would've ordered. Pink Panther was good fun ie. I laughed a fair deal (so did Sari), liked the cast and enjoyed my pop corn. The problem was that pretty much in the middle of everything, the movie was no longer Pink Panther. Äänspektö Klysöö evidently grew a brain somewhere after the wholly unnecessary New York portion (but it was good to see the Big Apple again) and his own apartment. Until that dreadful moment, all was well - even if the script wasn't all that brill - and I was entertained. Afterward: still funny-hahaa, but not the real mccoy.
But the pop corn, that I mentioned earlier! What about that pop corn? I haven't been to cinemas lately, so I don't know how new or old this thing is, but they have these cans of E from where you can add artificial chemicals to your popped corn! Five different flavours (I drizzled parmeggiano/garlic and nacho/cheese on top of my combo) to enhance the enjoyment! Flavours to your pop corn! Whatever next? Butter? Sugar?
Anyway, it was a nice, salty surprise. A bit like the movie, come to think of it.
I killed our ergo keyboard last night. Spilled some juice over it and then (pumpkin brain as I am) tried to wipe it off rather vigorously. Not too roughly, but I did manage to make a fine mess, changing the whatchamancallit, so that pushing an "k" would type "uio_e/" or somesuch. A mess.
Today I opened the thing up and cleaned it thru. Shiny, like a new thing. And while most of the buttons worked just fine, some didn't. And there was still plenty of other muck-ups.
So now we have a "normal" keyboard. And my wrists ache like Billy Ray Cyruses heart. Even typing little things like an email (and boyoboygoshwow have I been writing those recently!) or this post are just about what I'm able to get done, before my right wrist is more or less engulfed by the flames and pain from Hell. How was I ever able to write anything before my precious ergoboard?
It took a while to get used to, but now I couldn't imagine living without one. Except that at least for a while I have to. Sob.
Don't drink and type. Eikös teeveenkin setä sanonut näin?
I was mindind my own sweet business, wandering around the blogosphere, when I was suddenly caught in a trap! Doggone Omenapuutarha!!!
Koska luet tätä tekstiä, se tarkoittaa että sinun täytyy kommentoida. Kommentoi ihan mitä haluat, kunhan teet sen. Laita tämä teksti omaan blogiisi ja nappaa kaikki blogiasi lukevat."
"You've been hadde!!! Since you're reading this text, it means you have to comment. Do whatever you want, as long as you comment. Then put this text to your own blog and catch all of those that read your blog."
Devious, even fiendish plot this is! By apples and oranges, you'll pay for this Ms Applegarden!!!