So, I finally decided that in preparation for Uncharted 3 on the PS3, it was time to upgrade my LCD TV. With some help from my brother and a trip to Richer Sounds in Glasgow, I have acquired a new 42" LG LK530T, Full HD 1080p, 100hz. I let Steve have my old Toshiba, which has a two inch long line of stuck pixels in the lower right corner of the screen but is still otherwise perfectly watchable and will replace his ageing CRT behemoth. He seems rather concerned Charlie may somehow pull the CRT down on top himself when he's a little older and mobile. I thought I was the paranoid one?
Anyway, I'm quite pleased with it so far. For some reason I found myself testing it with an old black and white film, which wasn't exactly ideal. To be fair though, Ice Cold in Alex is pretty good as black and white films go. I'll have to get Star Wars on Blu-ray at some point and masturbate furiously as I watch the Death Star trench sequence, perhaps ejaculating at the exact point Han Solo comes to the rescue.
Hmm, that's my Saturday night planned then.
Thursday, 29 September 2011
Paranoid musings for the day.
The rear registration plate went missing from my car at some point on Friday. I only just got around to sorting it out since I never went anywhere at the weekend. Odd thing is, I was at the hospital earlier and a woman came up acting like she knew me, turns out she's a friend of the bloke who lives downstairs' from me and I've met her once or twice. I used to get on okay with Andy, but I've been engaged in a cold war with him since December over the whole frozen water supply farce.
She seemed friendly enough considering she knows me and Andy have been sniping at each other over idiotic "anti social neighbour" stuff for some time now, but what weirded me out was she pointed out the licence plate had been missing from my car for a few days, fixings and all. How did she know the fixings had been removed? It might have just broken off for all she knew. Is she just super observant, plain nosy or is there something more sinister going on here?
You'd think the latter would be naught but paranoia right? Really? Then why did a police car follow me from outside the hospital to Halfords? I can only imagine their disappointment when I emerged 15 minutes later clutching my replacement licence plate and promptly affixed it. I took the opportunity to report my original plate disappearing while they were there, just in case it was actually nicked by the diamorphine connoisseurs of Stewarton or Shortlees on Friday night for some sinister purpose. Who knows?!
Yes, no, sorry. I'll take my pills now, Mother.
She seemed friendly enough considering she knows me and Andy have been sniping at each other over idiotic "anti social neighbour" stuff for some time now, but what weirded me out was she pointed out the licence plate had been missing from my car for a few days, fixings and all. How did she know the fixings had been removed? It might have just broken off for all she knew. Is she just super observant, plain nosy or is there something more sinister going on here?
You'd think the latter would be naught but paranoia right? Really? Then why did a police car follow me from outside the hospital to Halfords? I can only imagine their disappointment when I emerged 15 minutes later clutching my replacement licence plate and promptly affixed it. I took the opportunity to report my original plate disappearing while they were there, just in case it was actually nicked by the diamorphine connoisseurs of Stewarton or Shortlees on Friday night for some sinister purpose. Who knows?!
Yes, no, sorry. I'll take my pills now, Mother.
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