Good news everyone!

Short version:
The long awaited Playstation2-Slim has made it to my livingroom.

Long version with a longwinded sofa-story introduction:
Those who have bothered reading my older posts ... screw that, nobody has. Anywho, I've been on a mission to get my very first game consol, more spesifically one of them tiny Playstations. But destiny wanted it different.

Yesterday I ran off early from work to go couch-surfing. This time the domestic type, not the can't-afford-a-hostel kind which I'm used to from my globetrotting days. So I picked up my better half and got stuck in traffic. Lesson learned: Never try to rush anywhere in rush-hour, especially not when two trucks have crashed in the main tunnel through the city. Eventually we made it to warehouse no.1, spent some time trying out the couches. Obviously I had to like the way to expensive ones the most. Got the fuck out of there and went to warehouse no.2 where I found some very simular couches, but better. Note to self: make a proper post about this later.

But we didn't buy any there and then. But I had a hidden agenda checking the second warehouse, I knew a certain shop was nextdoor. As I walked in it was even more empty than last time, except fugly 500 Sony flatscreens on sale. Those were not the Sonys I was interested in, and after a quick overview of the empty shelves were my new toy should've been I simply asked the sleepy over-educated clerk. He swang his magic wand - no, not that wand you perv! - and whoopdidoo, I got the last-in-store, brand new PS2, quitly saluted ok'd by my gf. And offcourse the most talked about, discussed, hated, loved etc game: Grand Theft Auto.

Somehow I managed not to unwrap it until 10 sec's before my [irony]stricly enforced[/irony] nappytime. Which got me all excited, and now I just can't wait to get home, pretend I'm in my new sofa, spark up some of that shit that goes so well with being a gameadicted couchpotato, and kill, rob, rape, shoot, loot, speed and whatnot on my imaginary flatscreen TV.

The blog of the #1 dumbest President ever's #1 pick to be the next Associate Justice of the Supreme Court!

I've never heard of this dumbnut before, found her blog via here and here. Funny seeing this when I was just writing about idiots earlier today. I am so HAPPY and full of JOY that I don't have to live in a country run by people who use CAPS THROUGHOUT THEIR BLOG and want the reader to give them 5 stars rating at the yahoo!-pressphotos. This is the kinda behaviour I'd expect from a 13 year old girl trying to hook up with 16 year old boys to have some fun in the backseat of his new car. Hey - I just got it! That is exactly her sole purpose of the blog. She just hasn't found chatrooms yet. HA HA HA! I gotcha!

Don't panic! We're all idiots.

You need a licence to drive a car, shoot a gun, pilot a plane etc. Or at least be over a certain age to perferm certain acts.

Now why doesn't this apply to using a computer (profesionally)? When a client asks us to make a website with an admin login and a certain degree of a CMS it wouldn't be to much to ask of him to know how to right-click and choose download when he/she wants to download stuff. But this is actually the kind of stuff they'll ask for towards the end of project.

So no matter how much user-friendlyness we twist our minds to accomodate, which also is limited by how much the client is willing to pay for our time off course, we can always bet that they'll dig deep down in the incompetent abyss and throw something totally and uterly surprising at us.

Which is what made me think: Shouldn't there be a big warning, a tutorial on hyperlink navigation, an instructional animated splashscreen or equal at the top of each page? Which is why the title and description of this blog has changed from Whatsinablog? to Don't Panic! - We're all idiots. If you don't think Don't Panic! is a great title, go read/see/downlaod/listen too
The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy! And as for the "We're all idiots" part, well, it's true. Can't argue with that one. I mean, even the leader of the world USA isn't perticulary intelligent...

Playstation 3. Or How I got a Headache.

My pet project is been put on hold for a while, at least until I know how much it will cost to fix my girlfriend's bike. Apperently alcohol makes you do things that aren't always so ... clever. The evening started out nice enough with some drinks at home. But by the time we got back home this had happened:

• One bike with rear wheel turned into a figure 8


• One bike with seat ripped off


• One snapped housekey


• Multiple bruises and wounds


• One SIM-card missing


• Two severe headaches


• Zero memory of WTH happened?!

In other words, it was a great night, but I have a bike that needs some looking after, which is gonna dig into the playstation savings. That I don't have to start with. Uhh. I'm getting a headache just thinking of it.

I give you the 110 kg mobilephone

I'm a little unsure what's the most "interesting" part of this, the fact that Elkjøp offeres 110kg Nokias, or that they could make a book out of the url. Check this http://www.elkjop.no/is-bin/INTERSHOP.enfinity/WFS/store-elkjop-Site/no_NO/-/NOK/El_DisplayProductInformation-Start;pgid=bVZsy0IMnt0000E4VzBJQEe_0000sL1SwL8A?ProductID=LDLD4QFWzFcAAAEDSj6tBDp1&CatalogCategoryID=l1DD4QFWDGYAAAEGTdksrzW8&filename=productpage_text%2cproducttype_text%2cprodtypes_vartypes_text# for a try!