Ever wondered why or how the 404 error page came about?

In a wee office on the fourth floor (Room 404), an ambitious group of young scientists at CERN (Switzerland) located the World Wide Web’s central database.  When the record of database started to increase, not only the amount of requests grew, but also increased the amount of requests that could not be fulfilled. Generally it occurs, because of requested a file in the incorrect name. Soon these error requests were replied with a regular message: “Room 404: file not found”.

So that’s where we get our today’s “404 error page”. Yup fascinating I know. Heh. Ima geek what do you expect. One day when I get off my butt I’ll make one for this site…

And since it’s Friday and I’m going out in a couple of hours I shall leave you with a Friday funneh cause this looks like sooo mcu fun but there’s no freekin way I’d do it, if you missed = major ouchness. I have to go do the mummeh uber housewench thang… xx

come fly with me
even if just for a moment
just fly with me
I promise you’ll be safe
if you fly with me
you might not want to come down
so come fly with me
I’ll make it worth your while
but you’ll never find out
unless you give it a try
So hold on tight
and enjoy the ride
because today my sweet
we’re going to fly

(clicky)

(ranting commences)

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccckkkkk

What the hell is wrong with people?

Welcome to the interwebs where everything is ridiculous. Actually it seems it’s just as bad in real life.

Nods

To the airhead who told everyone they know of a murder but haven’t done anything about it. You are a fucking idiot. You have all the information to DO something. You are a retard.

To the eejits on a vigilante hunt and spamming my fucking inbox … get off your lazy buttocks, stop whinging about it and DO something about it. Stop bleating about it and whining that nothing is being done and actually go do something.

To the drama llama who is running about telling tales and spinning bullshit. Stop it. Get help.

To the fucktard I know that is using two accounts and think no one knows. I do and I am about to confront you not online, but to your face. Don’t play me for a fool.

To the asshat who keeps coming back and giving me different stories everytime you speak to me … you are a dumbass. Stop flapping your arms about and coming up with bullshit excuses because you know I have caught you out.

(ranting ends)

*deep breath*

Okay now I feel better.

My little one came home from school yesterday with a school hat. Except he doesn’t own a school hat. It’s “Ruby’s” hat apparently. He decided to wear it and forgot to give it back when they went home. And now he’s decided he wants it. Ahem. Mummy & the little one had a conversation and he went off this morning with Ruby’s hat to give it back and say sorry. Little life lessons are beginning to appear nowdays and it’s good being able to sit with him and talk things out and he understands. He gets a hat end of this week and he’s been impatient to fit in with the other kids he doesn’t like to be the odd one out. He’s very aware of those things which worry me a little as he gets older but we’ll just take it one day at a time.

Omg and this is kinda weird and funneh  … Ultrasound gel … apparently the bestest, cheapest lube evah. Can be bought from medical supply places. Seriously. Thing is when I start thinking about it I begin to go eeeww, I associate that stuff with babies of which I want no more so the thought of usuing it as lube just squicks me cause instead of getting off everytime I reached for that stuff I’d be thinking babieeees and that would totally put me off sex forevah.

But yano … you might like the idea hehe.

I had some chats with a couple of EF folk yesterday and I have signed my soul away to do video reviews which I am looking forward to doing and I can be creative! Yaaay. I have a Rubber Rita coming to review … a nice, nasty rubber flogger hehe *stay tuned* … also going to do a wee bit of a comparison review on the blog with clamps and stuff you can play with if you are into a bit of mild to extreme nipple play. Should be fun.

I shall not be doing bulldog clips … been there, done that, nawt doing them again. They are fucking evil. Heh mebe I should do a video clip of me swearing and squeaking with different experiments . LOL

Anyways I need to go earn money and waffling on here doesn’t do it.

Hokay.

The vibe I was getting?

I haz it.

*grin*

I had a housewenchy “lounge round the house like a hermitty bum today” so I thought
I’d make a wee video for you to see just how well this thing bends.

Wanna see? …

Looking at this I haz teh winter rolls lol … all those bloody muffins lol. I need the freekin gym.
Heh I bet Beckham can’t bend it like this

Review is written but not up yet, I’ll link it when it’s live.

Choices. Life is full of them.

What path you decide to take at any given moment in time is a choice.

Sometimes those choices are anything but good ones and along the way you discover the choices you made were the wrong ones. Sometimes some of us have to learn the hard way. Sometimes we don’t stop to take a breath. Sometimes we sit back and take the time to think about the choices we make but ultimately we all learn. Sometimes one might spend their whole life making the wrong choices and wonder why they have spent a lifetime crying about it.

Sometimes one needs to sit back and think long and hard about why they keep making the wrong choices.

Either way eventually each and every choice you make in life has a consequence.

Stop. Listen. It’s in the quiet spaces my mind settles and I see.

I see what has substance and heart.

And I make a choice.

It’s taken me half a lifetime to learn that lesson.