Its that time in the morning/night... i cant sleep and im now surfing for truly random things.
Odd, disjointed and occasionally amusing ramblings of an 40+ Shaved Great Ape.
Its that time in the morning/night... i cant sleep and im now surfing for truly random things.
An engineer dies and reports to the pearly gates. St. Peter checks his dossier and says, “Ah, you’re an engineer — you’re in the wrong place.”
So, the engineer reports to the gates of hell and is let in. Pretty soon, the engineer gets dissatisfied with the level of comfort in hell, and starts designing and building improvements. After awhile, they’ve got air conditioning and flush toilets and escalators, and the engineer is a pretty popular guy.
One day, God calls Satan up on the telephone and says with a sneer, “So, how’s it going down there in hell?”
Satan replies, “Hey, things are going great. We’ve got air conditioning and flush toilets and escalators, and there’s no telling what this engineer is going to come up with next.”
God replies, “What??? You’ve got an engineer? That’s a mistake — he should never have gotten down there; send him up here.”
Satan says, “No way. I like having an engineer on the staff, and I’m keeping him.”
God says, “Send him back up here or I’ll sue.”
Satan laughs uproariously and answers, “Yeah, right. And just where are YOU going to get a lawyer?”
So a while back, 2003 to be precise, I bought a Thrustmaster HOTAS Cougar. At the time it was something like £250.00. Not a small sum of money and let’s face it a huge extravagance but I wanted it.
In 2014 I replaced it. ELEVEN years! Eleven out of a joystick. It worked really well with virtually daily use and little maintenance. So when the Warthog HOTAS came out I was itching to buy it but couldn’t really justify it.
I talked myself into buying it eventually.
So I got the Warthog and it immediately replaced the Cougar. But the lack of resistance/back pressure messed with me for a while until I got used the difference. The Cougar has huge chunky springs. The Warthog doesn’t have quite the same resistance. It’s hard to describe but if you have tried it before, you’ll probably be nodding right now.
So after a year of flying, testing, messing and crashing Helicopters, Planes and the occasional spaceship I find myself asking how can I improve it?
Well step one is a HOTAS Extension.
This may sound a bit odd bit it makes a world of difference! By extending the length of the Joystick shaft it mean you get much more precise control over the aircraft. Now the Warthog doesn’t have mechanical potentiometers. It uses Hall Sensors so is actually incredibly accurate. The problem is the short length of the stock stick means you can’t really take advantage of that accuracy. So the solution is to increase the length of the control stick...
Hindsight is a wonderful thing...
I bought a new triple monitor stand. It's a great well made device. Good price too...
...the only downside is that to install it I've had to completely rip my home office apart...
I so wish I hadn't started this on a school night...
So it took me:
And a further 2 hours to tidy everything else up.
9 hours and 15 minutes to swap out a monitor stand...
...yes in hindsight there is NO FECKING way i would do this on a Wednesday night again.
I appear to have inadvertently created the perfect chemical weapon...
...I freely admit it was stupid.
...I was not really thinking when I did it.
...I just wanted to get rid of some mold off the grout.
...I took the dregs of 4 cleaning products and put them in the same spay container...
...EVERY window in the flat is open.
...My front door is open.
...I have a desk fan sucking air out of the bathroom.
...My face has melted.
...My breathing is reminiscent of Darth Vader with a severe chest infection.
...I'm pretty sure I just committed genocide against every creepy crawly in my house. (I hope Karma isnt real or im screwed)
I may have discovered a way to fuse Ceramics, plastics, metal and organic tissue into one super material.
On the upside:
I definitely don't have mold anywhere in the bathroom.
This has been doing the rounds for a little while now. Its funny, very true and with the exception "pissing my pants and drowning my phone" I've done all of them...or had them done to me.
CIVILIAN FRIENDS - Disown you for running around their house naked in front of a bunch of people none of you have ever met before
MILITARY FRIENDS - Take photos and then join you
CIVILIAN FRIENDS- Think its disgusting that you got so drunk you pissed your pants and drowned the phone in your pocket - in their bed
MILITARY FRIENDS-Upon hearing what happened say "That's fucked - that's why I don't sleep with my mobile in my pocket anymore" and help you turn their mattress over
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Get upset if you are too busy to talk to them for a week
MILITARY FRIENDS: Are glad to see you after many years; and will happily carry on the same conversation you were having last time you met.
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Never ask for food
MILITARY FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr and Mrs
MILITARY FRIENDS: Call your parents Mum and Dad
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and then tell you what you did was wrong
MILITARY FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you saying, 'Mate...we fucked up but what a giggle?
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry
MILITARY FRIENDS: Cry with you
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Know a few things about you
MILITARY FRIENDS: Could write a book with a shed full of direct quotes from you
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will kick the backsides of whole crowds that left you behind
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Would knock on your door
MILITARY FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, 'I'm home, got any beer!
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Share a few experiences.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Share a lifetime of experiences no civilian could ever dream of.
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say, "You had better drink the rest of that, don't waste it." Then they carry you home and put you safely to bed.
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will talk crap to the person who talks crap about you.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will knock the crap out of people who use your name in vain
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Know where you buried the body
MILITARY FRIENDS: Helped you bury the body
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will call you 'mate' as a term of endearment
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will call you a 'wanker ' c*#t or 'tosser' as a term of endearment
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Are for a while.
MILITARY FRIENDS: Are for life.
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will ignore this
MILITARY FRIENDS: Will forward this to their military mates
OK so before i mentioned i might want a Darth Vader Toaster for my birthday... Ive changed my mind...
Can i have one of these instead please?
This luxury all-wheel motorhome captivates by its clear-cut lines, optimum functionality for long stays in off-road terrain and exclusive, homely atmosphere – all this in a motorhome for globe cruises.
Even the driver’s cabin has undergone a facelift. The result: sheer driving pleasure.
Hi-Tech in interior furnishing combined with convenience and exclusive materials in this 6x6 motorhome, and in addition to that, an extraordinary layout that provides separate areas for lounging and sleeping.
C'mon guys if you all pull together you can do it!
Thought for the day:
I just bought a 4 slot toaster last week. But I have questions:
Why is the toaster designed NOT to take a normal slice of bread completely?
There is an inch sticking out?
To evenly cover the bread you have to swap it around, then you end up with a burnt middle.
I means to say, is it just me buying over size bread?
Or have I a bought a toaster for mini bread?
In October last year my job got a lot more complicated for various reasons and at the same time my Mother’s health began to deteriorate drastically. My available time to mod just vanished.
As I’ve mentioned in previous posts my Mum has lived with the diagnosis of “terminal Cancer” hanging over her.
Twenty Five years ago she was diagnosed with terminal Breast Cancer and given just weeks to live. She beat that prognosis by a period that amazed all of us.
Nearly seven years ago now, while one holiday in France, she lifted an arm over her head and ended up screaming in pain. After a scan the Military Hospital in Poitiers diagnosed her with Bone Cancer and its spread was extensive. Another prediction of 2-3 months before the end; obviously that didn’t happen.
She became very ill in October last year and began to decline. The family took the decision to move her into Bolton Hospice to ensure that she had the best possible care in the last days. I spent most of November travelling the 80miles back and forth between my home and the hospice 2-3 times a week.
December 9th at 0650 my mother passed away.
You can imagine how we all felt.
My mother always encouraged me to be creative as a child. It’s due to her in no small part that I make addons. If you’d like to say thank you for that you can make a donation to Bolton Hospice in her Memory.
Please consider supporting one of these charities. They really do make a difference to the lives of those living with Cancer. And one day the programmes they fund my just help save your life or the life of someone you love:
OK so I've just come to unpack and I am missing two socks. They aren't even the same pair but one from a casual grey pair and rather expensive Sealskinz waterproof pair. What is weird is that I hadn't even worn them on this trip. I've got everything else. I left with fourteen socks, seven pairs. Now I have twelve socks, six pairs and two completely unmatched ones. How?
A pseudo-mythical creature that lives only to eat socks, and leaves a trail of odd pairs in its wake.
I say "pseudo" because there is evidence to prove it exists but not many can claim to have seen it. Sightings of this elusive creature are rare and unsubstantiated. It's habitat is thought to be somewhere between the sock drawer and the washing machine. Other theories place the sock eater closer to the tumble drier, but this is thought unlikely, as socks can go missing even when left hanging to dry.
My house must be infested with these little buggers. I even bought a "sock bag" to prevent foot wear loss but they still go missing. Based on the consumption of socks in my household we either have about 10 of the vermin or one honking huge one that could probably eat the dryer in one go.
My mission today - after i've done the other 1001 things I actually need to do today - is to hunt the little fecker down!
Now spend the rest of the day playing. Its friday after all