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Wednesday, February 28, 2007

OK, I Was Joking

But you knew that really, didn't you? I could no more quit blogging than I could climb Mount Everest. I just wish you could blog without having to sit in front of a computer or any other electronic device - maybe scribble your words on the side of a goat or something, and squeeze it's whatnot to send it through the goatosphere. I mean, I spend virtually all of my working day sitting in front of a computer, so really I'm not that thrilled to spend 'leisure' time doing the same thing.

But I expect that's the case for most of my readers.

Being almost quite old, I can remember black and white TV, white dog poo (because dog food in the olden days comprised mostly bonemeal, according to an article I read recently but can't be bothered to look up right now), and the complete absence of computers in the home. I was aware of these wardrobe-sized machines that could do maths, but they existed only in a few universities and really big businesses.

I actually worked in a Computer Centre for six months during a two-year-long 'gap year'. I could have invented that term, but sadly I didn't - I was too busy wandering round aimlessly trying to 'find myself' - we didn't have a phrase for that either. This place had big blue machines (IBM) and big orange machines (ICL). That period of my life is worth a post of its own, but for now I'll just say that I knew a bit about computers and they were bloody big things and there was no way that an individual could ever want or need or afford anything like it in their home.

How wrong was I? About as wrong as some famous dude who said, on the invention of the IBM Personal Computer 'the global market for PCs is about five, or six if the Pentagon buys one'.

Anyhoo, in our house we now have 2 fully-functional laptops, two semi-functional laptops and one desktop PC. Between 2 people. We have previously recycled defunct PCs to a Sri Lankan friend of ours who can actually be bothered to fix them up and send them to his family back home (warm glow of satisfaction).

But I digress. Yes, I do.

To those of you who commented on my last post, looking forward with baited breath to some kind of cataclysmic anti-UAE diatribe when I finally leave this country, I hate to disappoint you. That is not going to happen. If you have a boat, don't burn it. Salutory lesson here. I will still have some business here in this wonderful, surreal country, and I do expect to come back occasionally. Getting a bit mellow in my old age, aren't I?

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7 Comments:

Blogger Mme Cyn said...

On behalf of goats everywhere, a little less of the squeezing of the goat whatsits, please, Keefieboy!

Glad to see you've not given up the blog... didn't for a moment think you would! I'm back myself, in case you're interested...

6:05 am  
Blogger nzm said...

Sigh of relief all around - we'd hate to lose our grandfather of the UAE blogosphere! LOL!

(I know, one day I'll be made to pay for that comment!)

12:48 pm  
Blogger Taunted said...

Oi Keefie, how can you be almost quite old????

2:49 pm  
Blogger DXBluey said...

Keefie - so pleased you are not going subblog.

Keep the faith...

12:19 am  
Blogger Paraglider said...

Well, I've learned something here. I, too, remember white dog dirt, in fact, being blessed with an almost photographic memory for random detail, there was exactly one such article on the pavement beside a traffic-light switching box outide Woolworth's on one occasion in 1960 when I was walking home from school. I remarked on it at the time and decided it must have come from a white dog, but now I know better. Thank you - I will be forever in your debt :-)

1:41 pm  
Blogger Keefieboy said...

Mme Cyn - MY aplologies - goats were cettainly the wrong analogy in this case!

NZM: yes you will

Taunted: It's fact of life that you don't know when you'll pop your clogs, therefore you cannot know with any accuracy that you are 'middle-aged' or 'senior' or 'hanging on by a thread'. So, I'll be 50 on my next birthday and what happens thereafter only time will tell!

DXBluey: Ta!

Paraglider: You are most welcome.

5:33 pm  
Blogger halfmanhalfbeer said...

Glad you're back, didn't for a minute think you were seriously going to leave us! Thanks for the plug on my tale of woe!

HMHB

2:14 pm  

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