Yes yes I know I haven't made an entry in ages.
09:26:2003
Stick it up your arse, will you?
Now people are finally reading this blog I have to deal with repeated requests for more material. You know who you are. "write something about the kids", "whatever happened with the whole SETI deal?", "When are we going to get another Mr Thomas update?".
Well, you'll all be pleased to hear there's something for everyone in this entry.
First, the kids. ---y has started 'Big School'. Primary school, that is. As she took pains to explain to me today, "First there's 'ception, then year one, then year two, then year three, then year four, then year five, then year six. ... Er.... then year... er... seven."
'Ception', by the way, means 'reception' which is a sort of academic holding pen while they wait to have their numbers made up by kids from the nursery. The class will have its full compliment by January. There will be 30 kids in the class eventually, and this same class will stay together for the next 7 years. I'm kind of hoping that ---y will get on with the kids. It seems to ge going well so far. Today ---y saw a picture of that FUCKING SLUT Sarah jessica Parker in one of ----i's copies of Vogue. As it happened and completely by accident the issue was lying open on a page featuring said TALENTLESS FUCK lounging around in a bra and panties. "You can see she's boobies" said ---y.
It turns out ---y learned about 'boobies' from a boy in her class who seems to be obsessed with them. Later, after their bath, ---y told me she had touched --m's boobies. What the hell are you supposed to do in a situation like this? I challenge any so-called Parenthood expert, Bill Cosby, whoever, to tell me how to handle stuff like this. So I used the old fallback of making light of the situation and distracting her by changing the subject.
Sometines I think I live in the same world as the kids and then they spring something on you that show you how things really are, how bloody miles away their reality is. I've been taking care of the kids today and will be doing so for another few days while ----i is away in Vienna to attend the funeral of her grandmother (Maria, who was 93). --m of course has no concept of death and although it is cruel to say so, may never remember her (he is 1.75 tears old). ---y on the other hand needs to be told why ----i is going away and what has happened to 'old Oma'. I tried to explain the whole situation to her.
"Sissi has gone to Veen."
"Why?"
"She has to go to a funeral. Old Oma died"
"Why she died?"
"Well, she was very old."
"Was she killed?"
"Er... no....."
"Oh. Why she died?"
(by the way, I learned about the inevitability of death when I was no younger than 6 or 7 years old, and it fucked with my head with a profundity that probably changed me forever. Now back to the story)
"Well, you know, she died, and now she's in heaven, and it's a nice place, and that's where you go after you die". I was on easy territory here. Funny how simple it is to give someone a nice answer like that.
"So is ----i going to Veen to rescue her?", said ---y.
Now this I was not ready for. It seems that having been fed a combination of fairy tales, children's books and Cbeebies (a cable channel that shows non stop kid shows), ---y had surmised that if anyone is in mortal danger they'll probably have someone rushing over to rescue them. At least that was what I assumed until ----i told me over the phone that she was probably referring more prosaically to the kind of rescuing done by a team of doctors.
To change the subject I asked ---y what she wanted on her toast.
-------subject change---------
I think the SETI people are on to me. I wiped the hard drive on my laptop and installed Windows XP without reinstalling the SETI software, and they must have detected a shortfall in their global network. Not only that but I think when I installed the new system it wiped that packet of data from the Chilean Radio Telescope which never got sent back to them due to my server problems (see blog entry labelled 'I've been in Blue Hell'.)
The upshot of all this is I think they are pissed off with me. I went to get a new graphics card for ---l's new motherboard (a P4-supporting one. nice, if I can ever get it to work). And the guy sold me one that isn't compatible with the bloody thing. I wasted a whole day trying to get it to work. Basically I think SETI got to him. I can't understand why, but they are now trying to Prevent me from constructing a working machine that might end up helping them. What is wrong with these people? Don't they trust me anymore???
-------and now...-------
Part 4 of the Mr Thomas story:
"Erm, Johansen...?"
Mr Thomas stood in the dorway of Cablecom's on-site laboratory.
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sorry, folks. ---y's woken up and needs attention.
Stay tuned for Mr Thomas part 5 (coming in 2007)
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