My laptop is dead. Well, actually, it's in a coma. Or how else would you describe a situation where the light switch comes on when the laptop is turned on, but nothing else happens? Brain dead?
Well, yes, according to the little bit of googling I did, it seems my motherboard is dead. I don't know much about computers, all I remember is the episode of Sex and the City where Carrie had a problem with her motherboard and lost all the information on her computer. Needless to say, I am little scared, especially as I have been a bad, bad, girl who's omitted to backup.
After a call from my brothers who are chilling in the Caribbean (sense the jealousy!), I am happy to know that the programmer brother will soon be home again, and yes, he knows how to sort out a motherboard. Phew, the future may just be bright, after all.
Today's song is Mariah Carey's wailorama, All I want for Christmas. Not because I like it, but because it's been running through my head all day. (And I will retroactively post two Christmas songs, since the non-posting was caused by technical difficulties).
Showing posts with label Sex and the City. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sex and the City. Show all posts
Saturday, 17 December 2011
Thursday, 31 July 2008
Touring Radovan
Most of the Swedish bloggers have for weeks left their readers behind, going on holiday, enjoying fun in the sun without their laptops. It would be easy to think I was doing the same, as I seem to be blogging less frequently. No such luck for me, unfortunately. Just the same old work, work, work. The most frustrating thing is I have so much to write about and never the time. For now I just have to share this story.
A Serbian tour company is offering a tour of Radovan Karadzic's regular joints and hang-outs. The tour is deliciously named 'Pop Art Radovan'!
To me it just seems so American to make money out of anything, commercialise every event. There's Sex & the City tours in New York, remember the 'I shot J.R.' t-shirts during Dallas' hey day and of course the Gorbachev masks that were sold all over the place.
And how exquisite that a country of the former Eastern Block has adopted this far Western sense of capitalism.
I think we can safely say the Iron Curtain has definitely come down.
A Serbian tour company is offering a tour of Radovan Karadzic's regular joints and hang-outs. The tour is deliciously named 'Pop Art Radovan'!
To me it just seems so American to make money out of anything, commercialise every event. There's Sex & the City tours in New York, remember the 'I shot J.R.' t-shirts during Dallas' hey day and of course the Gorbachev masks that were sold all over the place.
And how exquisite that a country of the former Eastern Block has adopted this far Western sense of capitalism.
I think we can safely say the Iron Curtain has definitely come down.
Thursday, 15 May 2008
S . A . T . C.
For those of you who don't know, SATC only stands for ...
Sex & The City.
Yes, as the movie has its world premiere, of course I have to make a mention of it. I love Sex and the City, it's a fact. I have the complete box collection (dvd) and almost the complete video collection. No, I'm not bragging, just stating another fact, and sorry, I don't intend to part with any of the videos or dvds, even for the shortest time.
It's so fitting (for me) that the world premiere of the movie was held in London. Strange though that they didn't choose to premiere it in the City, the fifth character of the show, but hey, that's SATC for you, they know what's right before you do. SATC signifies my life in London. It started in 1998 when I arrived in London, and ended in 2004, a few weeks before I left London (obviously I did not plan my life around the serie, it's just a coincidence).
I don't remember the first episode I watched, I was generally too tired when it was on, used to half-watch it in our tiny flat in Kensington Olympia while Annika, Matilda and I would stuff ourselves with leftovers from Pizza Hut and Starbucks where we were working. About two years later, sometime early on in the new millenium, I bought season 2 (or was it three) and watched it back to back. From then on I was hooked.
As so many others, I have been longing for the movie to premiere, only to now find myself in Gh, without a cinema to go and watch it at. No worries, as true independent women, Dirty and I have given Dirty's boyf the task of finding us a copy of the movie for us to have our own premiere. The plan was to do it this weekend already, but I am realising I may have been a bit optimistic about how quickly the movie would find its way here, we may have to wait a few more weeks.
So instead, in true Swedish stylée, Dirty and I are going to ladda inför premiären (recharge, fuel oruselves for the premiere) by selecting our favourite episodes and watching them over a glass of wine and some scrumptious nibblies this Friday. Will aim to keep you posted on how our SATC evening turned out...
Sex & The City.
Yes, as the movie has its world premiere, of course I have to make a mention of it. I love Sex and the City, it's a fact. I have the complete box collection (dvd) and almost the complete video collection. No, I'm not bragging, just stating another fact, and sorry, I don't intend to part with any of the videos or dvds, even for the shortest time.
It's so fitting (for me) that the world premiere of the movie was held in London. Strange though that they didn't choose to premiere it in the City, the fifth character of the show, but hey, that's SATC for you, they know what's right before you do. SATC signifies my life in London. It started in 1998 when I arrived in London, and ended in 2004, a few weeks before I left London (obviously I did not plan my life around the serie, it's just a coincidence).
I don't remember the first episode I watched, I was generally too tired when it was on, used to half-watch it in our tiny flat in Kensington Olympia while Annika, Matilda and I would stuff ourselves with leftovers from Pizza Hut and Starbucks where we were working. About two years later, sometime early on in the new millenium, I bought season 2 (or was it three) and watched it back to back. From then on I was hooked.
As so many others, I have been longing for the movie to premiere, only to now find myself in Gh, without a cinema to go and watch it at. No worries, as true independent women, Dirty and I have given Dirty's boyf the task of finding us a copy of the movie for us to have our own premiere. The plan was to do it this weekend already, but I am realising I may have been a bit optimistic about how quickly the movie would find its way here, we may have to wait a few more weeks.
So instead, in true Swedish stylée, Dirty and I are going to ladda inför premiären (recharge, fuel oruselves for the premiere) by selecting our favourite episodes and watching them over a glass of wine and some scrumptious nibblies this Friday. Will aim to keep you posted on how our SATC evening turned out...
Thursday, 3 April 2008
The city that never sleeps
Lying in bed, trying to sleep, well I guess I'm not actively trying as I am still online. I can't help but wonder if Accra is the real city that never sleeps.
As the frogs croak (what do frogs do?), louder than most agricultural machines, it seems the crickets, who usually hold the monopoly on nighttime noise feel intimated and are trying to out-sound them. All in all, a cacophony of natural sounds. (It reminds me somewhat of the awful sound machine Berger had in Sex & the City!)
At Virgo's house, the music blasting from the speakers of nearby drinking spots drown out any possibility of peace at night, but if you were to have a party, at least you'd save on the cost of a dj. ;)
On weekend nights, the night clubs and charismatic churches compete with each other outside my window, in the battle between sinful enjoyment and God-fearing worship, a battle so similar to the one I am currently witnessing between the frogs and the crickets, until both groups seem to collapse somewhere between 1.30 and 3a.m.
It seems both man-made groups and nature's animals are scared to let Ghana sleep in peace. Why? Afraid she'll never wake up? Every now and then the frogs stop for a few minutes, to catch their breath I guess, and the crickets simultaneously lower the volume of their surround-sound buzzing. But within minutes they are back on track, making sure you never forget that there was almost a moment of silence.
On behalf of all troubled sleepers I send all you noise makers a little prayer: keep quiet for once please, let Ghana and all her residents hear the sound of silence. I assure you, Ghana, and I too, will wake up tomorrow a happier, well rested creature with enough energy to take on another day.
Goodnight.
Rest in peace, Mona Seilitz.
As the frogs croak (what do frogs do?), louder than most agricultural machines, it seems the crickets, who usually hold the monopoly on nighttime noise feel intimated and are trying to out-sound them. All in all, a cacophony of natural sounds. (It reminds me somewhat of the awful sound machine Berger had in Sex & the City!)
At Virgo's house, the music blasting from the speakers of nearby drinking spots drown out any possibility of peace at night, but if you were to have a party, at least you'd save on the cost of a dj. ;)
On weekend nights, the night clubs and charismatic churches compete with each other outside my window, in the battle between sinful enjoyment and God-fearing worship, a battle so similar to the one I am currently witnessing between the frogs and the crickets, until both groups seem to collapse somewhere between 1.30 and 3a.m.
It seems both man-made groups and nature's animals are scared to let Ghana sleep in peace. Why? Afraid she'll never wake up? Every now and then the frogs stop for a few minutes, to catch their breath I guess, and the crickets simultaneously lower the volume of their surround-sound buzzing. But within minutes they are back on track, making sure you never forget that there was almost a moment of silence.
On behalf of all troubled sleepers I send all you noise makers a little prayer: keep quiet for once please, let Ghana and all her residents hear the sound of silence. I assure you, Ghana, and I too, will wake up tomorrow a happier, well rested creature with enough energy to take on another day.
Goodnight.
Rest in peace, Mona Seilitz.
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