Dizzojay's Dean Dreams

I decided to treat myself to a new anglepoise lamp.

So, I bought one off of Amazon (UK) and it was delivered today.  Whereupon I discovered that not only did I end up buying one with a european plug - why the hell woud a lamp sold on Amazon UK, have a  european plug?? - but I somehow managed to buy the wrong bulb as well!

I mean, seriously!  If I had a brain, I'd be dangerous!!!

Okay, so I know I said I wouldn't bore you all with this story any longer but, seriously, I think my bruise has taken on a life of it's own ...




( Not for the squeamish! )

How to look like a complete tit in one easy lesson ...

... Charge round the house searching for memory stick.
... Can't find it.
... Charge around some more, ranting and waving arms in comically Mediterranean fashion.
... Borrow Mr Dizzo's memory stick
... Take memory stick to laptop.
... Unplug my - apparently missing - memory stick from USB port in laptop to make room for one purloined from Mr D.
... Totally fail to realise the sheer absurdity of this for at least five minutes ...

Complete titness - achieved.

I was going through some old photos, and I rediscovered this little relic from nearly seven years ago (in my pre-Supernatural days - YIKES!)

I think it proves that the geekish tendancies were there all along, just waiting to find the right inspiration ...



( Geekiness here ... )

... and I was wondering if one of my US f-listies might be able to help me out?



( Nothing's ever simple! )

I've just spent a lovely weekend on the Isle of Wight, visiting my parents.

One of my major aims during my regular visits there is to drag my technophobe father into the 21st century.  This has been a long and laborious process which has been slightly more painful than pulling teeth with a pair of rusty pliers, and it's far from over.  It's been made more difficult as they have no broadband (they have no computer), and the Isle of Wight is blessed with a mobile phone signal which I'm convinced is powered by a three-legged hamster on a turbine.

But at Christmas, I finally convinced him to upgrade his mobile from the prehistoric brick he has been using for about the last five years to something with a camera - we haven't got as far as smartphones yet - and this weekend I took his new phone down to him and together we introduced him to the delights of receiving photos, taking photos and texting them.

Unbeknownst to me, however, his new phone has Tetris on it.  Something he discovered purely by accident this morning while I was out at their local leisure centre having a Sunday morning swim.

And now he's totally and utterly, hopelessly addicted.

Whoops!

... you're sitting in a customer service training session thinking about chapter 6 of your current fic in progress, and the facilitator plays audio files of four examples of really bad customer service and asks delegates to critique them.  Then she plays the fifth and looks directly at you.

It's scripted, you say.  The receptionist says all the right things but it sounds false and over the top; sacharrine, insincere.  You kind of expected her to round it off by saying 'have a nice day'.

Apparently, this was supposed to be the example of really good customer service!



Ooops!

I wouldn't want you fine people to think I have a one track mind; my mind is a verdant pasture, broad and rolling, it stretches to every horizon, a never-ending expanse of creativity and imagination that bursts forth like blossoms in springtime and

Oh, who am I trying to kid?  Of course I have a bloody one-track mind ...



See, Jensen approves!

But in the interests of fair play, I have decided my Journal has been a little perverted Jensen-heavy of late, so I've decided it's time to extol the virtues of our other delicious J, the man who puts the 'mmmmmmm' in Sam.

Therefore, ladies, it is my unparalleled delight to bring you a multitudinous mountain of Moosey magnificence - (and some pretty nifty alliteration to boot).

Enjoy!



( Here there be Moose ... )



( Picture credits )

This is London's latest statue; a 5 metre high blue cockerel said to symbolise strength and regeneration.



Funny how everything takes on a different meaning when you've read way too much J2 slash...