Fun, fun, fun!

I've decided that I love Base 2a again! After the despair of the firewall being reset and losing both Firefox AND Blogger access on the same day, today I find that they have come back to me. So here I am with a big fat YAY!

Things are looking up for Sniffy: I got my new phone yesterday and it looks OK - quite dinky, lots of features. Fair enough, it's a bit toy-like and not as sturdy as some Nokias I've had, but IT'S A NOKIA and it means that I can finally get rid of the shiting awful Samsung.

Of course, when you get a new phone, you have to do all sorts of things like transfer your contacts from your old phone, change the settings so that it doesn't default to Nokia Tune for the ringtone, that sort of thing. But this is usually a nice activity; it is essentially playtime with your new toy and you spend a bit of time messing about and having a few "Oooooh, look at that!" moments.

Of course my enjoyment was stopped dead in its tracks because I was dealing with the Samsung. But why? Well, there's a slight problem in that you can't copy the contacts from the phone to the SIM memory - an activity that would allow the transfer of contacts to the new phone by copying the SIM contacts to the new phone's memory.

It just doesn't allow it...

.....at all....

......under any circumstances.

I even tried screaming at it and it still wouldn't do it. So what do you do instead?
You have to bluetooth each individual contact. I've just spent the last hour doing this. I am now well fucked off.

Fucking

Pile

of

SHITE

Lesson learnt: stick to Nokia. No doubt the new one will piss me off too, and ergonomically, the Samsung is nicer, but it is a shite to use and I can't wait to be exorcised of it.

One good thing about the Samsung was the way the predictive text always gave you "bomb" when you keyed in "anna".


Other stuff: going to the zoo
This time of year marks the start of Sniffy's days out and I'm kicking off with the Zoo on Saturday. CAN'T WAIT!!!! Bomb is coming with me and my lovely love interest. They'll be meeting for the first time. Love interest has already said how much she likes Bomb. Bomb may get left in the tiger enclosure if there's any trouble.


Traffic
Even I am alarmed by my use of foul language when when people piss me off while I'm stuck in traffic. But not many of my outbursts actually make sense. It'd be quite good fun to ask foreign students of English to translate what I say. It'd be quite good fun to ask English-speaking people* to translate what I say because I haven't got a friggin' clue! All I know is that my mind goes sort of blank and I reach the end of my journey with a sore throat.

*I wonder if Vauxhall drivers know what is meant by: "USE YOUR FUCKING INDICATORS!" They're all tossers**.

**There are some exceptions, but not many.


Typing
I don't like listening to other people as they type, it irritates me. The worst type of typist is the type who really hammers the keys. Does my bloody head in, so it does. But what makes things even worse is when people wear bangles that bang on the desk as the hammer away at the keyboard. There is simply no need for this.

Bangles + typing = WRONG!

I'm loving my new phone. I will never forsake Nokia for another ever again!


Congratulations!
Many congratulations to Tom Cruise for his blatant abuse of his wife-to-be by his insistence on a crackpot Scientology birth for her (I doubt it's his) child. Stupid fucker needs his head testing and she's just as bad for having anything to do with the talentless, rat-faced dwarf.