I have been categorically told that my eyesight isn’t good enough to get a driver’s license in Switzerland. Too many little issues combine to make a big fat no. Can’t say that I’m surprised. Disappointed, yes, but not surprised. Even if I cold get my license for somewhere like Bribemezistan, I’d still need to switch my license for a Swiss one, and still fail the eye test. So, plan B, wait for driverless cars to get legal :-)
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Today can suck my ass
The day is only 4 hours old and it promises to be a beauty. In the latest installment of kick-Richard-in-the-balls, I left the house at 8:50 and I’ll be lucky to make it to the office before 10:10. This should normally take me at most 30 minutes. Woke up in a funk, that hearing the child whine about the fact I never buy him anything when I come back from work didn’t do anything to help. Not in my happy place at the moment.
Today is a bleah day.
It has to be done, but it probably will involve pain.
After much discussion, we moved Bean into his first big-boy bed. His previous cot was getting too small. We went go IKEA and bought a bed that would fit the room and Mel gave me a hand to put up a stairgate upstairs last weekend. Katy was feeling crappy yesterday so I had to stay home and mind the bean. We figured it was as good a time as any. Setting up the bed was easy but required an emergency trip to IKEA to buy bed slats on which to put the mattress. We didn’t realize that they weren’t included and nobody mentioned the fact. That was nice, and we spent an extra 20 quid of petrol to buy a 10 quid part.
Bedtime went smoother than I expected and he only messed around two or three times before just settling himself down and going through the night. He did wake up at 6:30 this morning though and, since he’s now unfettered by bars, he wanted out of his room.
He’s now tired and extremely feeble in the most annoying way. He’s been uber-feeble for the last few days, but this is taking it to new hights. I love my bean but if he doesn’t stop flapping and yelling at me for food food and chocolate biscuits, I’ll either kill him or myself…
Today is not a good day.
Turns out that all of the money we saved having a friend install our breaker box will now be spent having said installation made right and certified. Fucking joy.
You’d think that people would know better by now.
I heard the best quote today: “the UK is driving on 20th century roads and riding on 19th century rail lines”. This might explain why the whole country goes batshit when a few inches of snow fall from the sky.
I have very little patience today. The little I had, after not sleeping last night and being up since 4:30am, was used up by the idiot driving at 5mph, on two blown tires, from Saffron Walden to Great Chesterford. I do not understand the British when it comes to winter. Houses are not insulated for shit. People break out their wellies instead of donning more sensible – and grippy – footwear. Snow plows drive on show-covered roads without bothering to actually removing the accumulated show. WTF?
I really miss Canadian common sense when it comes to winter. Even in the worst snow storms, the main roads get plowed on a daily basis, and most secondary roads will be cleared within a day or so. Yesterday, Katy was adamant that Bean would go see Santa so we chanced the roads to get to Scottsdales. It was nasty and took twice the time it should have normally taken. This morning, two days after it stopped snowing, the road was still as bad (with said idiot driving at a snail’s pace). And don’t get me started about the sidewalks. It’s safer to walk in the middle of oncoming traffic than to risk those ice death traps.
Bombardier sidewalk plows, how I miss you.
That’s rather… violating
I woke up with rather unwanted news this morning. I tried to check my email from my phone and got a message saying that my password was invalid. After a few tries, I simply reset it and was then informed that there had been unusual activity with my gmail account.
Well, fuck. This is the email account from which my whole online presence is registered. This is the one that gets all the password update emails and shit of the sort. The good news is that it seems that the chinese fuckers only hijacked my account to spam all of my contacts. The bad news is that I have to assume that every email I have sent and received from my gmail since 2004 has been compromised and copied. How… violating. Most of that is useless and trivial. But still. It means that I have to change every password that I have, just in case. So far, I’ve changed over a dozen, including my gmail, amazon, ebay, paypal, linkedin, facebook, skype, creditexpert, sourceforge, domain registrar and web host. I’m still debating if I need to change all of my secondary stuff, like Tesco and Dabs.
The really, really annoying thing is that I don’t know how they got my password. I’m generally on the lookout for scams or phishing, and my password isn’t susceptible to a dictionary attack. It’s a giant faff that I did not need today.
Can’t get into a festive mood
So. Bonfire night has come and gone. Bean’s birthday has passed. I should be gearing up for the holidays, right? Normally I would, but this year I’m finding it very difficult to get into a festive xmas mood. Not good. There are little glimpses of it once in a while, like when we bought the disco ball xmas ornament and the stuffed reindeer head, but still, mostly I’m feeling rather low at the moment.
Well, that sucks
I’ve just noticed that none of my blog posts have been cross-posted to livejournal since August 10. The wordpress plugin I use apparently decided to die silently. Joy.
For those people who still read livejournal, I’m not dead. I just moved platforms. Bookmark my blog directly or import the RSS feed. It’s going to be more reliable than the buggy plugin, which will shortly be removed if it doesn’t get its act together.
Bean update
It’s one and a half hour later and things are pretty much the same, except that Katy and I feel like the worst parents on earth.