Anyway, back to me…
This one time when I was 13 years old, my uncle let me drive his 1984 Isuzu 4 ton truck in his citrus orchard.
That was a mistake on his part.
I misjudged my approach on a corner and completely flattened one of his orange trees.
Oops.
He had a good laugh though.
This one time I thought it would be fun if I climbed inside a locker at The Geyserland Hotel in Rotorua.
There was barely enough room for me. I basically had to contort to fit in there.
The locking mechanism was completely exposed, I was confident there would be no problem opening it once I got inside.
I crammed myself in there and closed the door, and peaked out through the tiny vent and felt very proud of myself.
After a few moments I decided I had enough and tried to turn the latch.
It wouldn’t budge!
To my dismay it became evident that it wouldn’t move without the key!
I started to panic. It got hot in there very quickly and since I was half way between sitting and standing it was terribly uncomfortable.
I started yelling for help but no-one came.
I kept screaming until someone finally came running in.
It took him a while to find out where I was.
“In here! In here!” I was yelling.
“Where? Where?” he yelled back and I could see him running around the room.
He found my locker at last and tried the handle but it wouldn’t move.
“Where’s the key?” he asked.
“Here” I sobbed and tried to poke the key with it’s huge keyring through the tiny ventilation slots, but it wouldn’t fit.
“I’ll go and get a manager with a master key!”
“Hurry!” I yelled as he left.
Finally a manager came to let me out. I was drenched in sweat, shaking and whimpering, but I survived.
I’ve been mildly claustrophobic ever since.
This one time at school camp in a hut on Mount Tongariro, 2 mates and I thought it would be good fun to light our farts.
One mate announced he was ready and got into position with just his undies on.
My job was to hold the lighter in position, but I got too close and burnt a hole in his undies and singed his nut sack.
He howled in pain while we howled with laughter.
Good times. 🙂
Want to see some video footage of people lighting their farts?
Did you notice that last year the rate of increase on the Gmail homepage slowed considerably?
In fact, the current rate increases storage by just 4 bytes per second which is only 345.6 Kb per day. Equivalent to one unoptimised photo from your digital camera.
20 more years until Gmail online storage grows to 10GB!
**UPDATE** On the 24th of April 2012 Gmail bumped up storage to 10GB to make things smoother with their new Google Drive which is a cloud storage service that competes with DropBox and Microsoft’s SkyDrive.
I thought the answer would be interesting.
But it isn’t. It’s boring.
But TV won’t become redundant.
Why?
To watch TV you just need 3 things: a TV, a remote control and some potato chips.
To watch videos on the internet you need keyboard, mouse, monitor, speakers, computer (or a laptop with all this build in), internet connection, desk (or a lap).
That is more comfortable and more social than sitting on an office chair in the spare room.
And TV’s are big.
Who has a TV that is smaller than their computer monitor?
No one, that’s who.
Just change the channel to change the content. One press of a button is all you need. The channels are running 24 hours a day, you don’t have to click the “Play” button.
For videos on the internet you have the additional hassle of searching for them. Exhausting.
And then you have to click the “Play” button!
And then you have the added hassle of wading through all the garbage before you find something funny. At least on TV another human has deemed the content of interest to most people, with YouTube videos you’ll get all sorts of pointless shit in your face. It feels like your life is draining away.
If you don’t watch the TV show now, you’ll miss it. (Yes, yes, I’ve heard of TiVo, but most of the time a show is interesting enough to sit and watch it right now, but not valuable enough to actually bother to record it)
Videos on the internet are there forever, there’s no hurry.
Add your comments below, don’t just sit there like a passive vegetable, speak up!
More eloquent than “non-fiction” don’t you think?
That’s all my dad wants in a cellphone.
Just 2 functions:
So when is the cellphone manufacturers going to start taking away features rather than adding more on?
I have 2 bikes: a road bike that I used for triathlons in 2008/2009, and a mountain bike for commuting (with road slicks).
Kilometres travelled:
Cost per kilometre:
Kilometres travelled:
Cost per kilometre:
This one time I got so fed up with the high prices in the neighbourhood supermarket (Woolworths), that I abandoned my half-full shopping trolley in the middle of an isle and drove 10km to the nearest Pak ‘n’ Save instead.
I ended up saving about $15, but spent $4 extra in petrol and 25 minutes commuting.
But I just hate being ripped off, no matter what the cost.
I wonder how long it took for the Woolworths staff to decide that the trolley was abandoned and I wasn’t coming back?
Maybe they checked all the freezers just in case it belonged to an old lady who had fallen into one and couldn’t get out?