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Apr. 20th, 2006 @ 10:19 pm Testing Flickr
Will this work?

Storm brewing
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Ash to Win
Jan. 12th, 2006 @ 01:28 pm Celebrity Big Brother - Pod gets Political
Sometimes I just sit in the humans' office, and keep the lever arch files warm.




However, mostly I am watching tv. Recently, the humans have been observing the "social experiment" known as Celebrity Big Brother, and as the male human is boss of remote controls, I have to watch it too.

What a strange breed these "Celebrities" are. They don't seem to operate by the same rules as normal humans. It's as if they are cushioned from reality by a whole bunch of supporters and acolytes who daren't disagree with them, and who pamper their egos with constant applause and approval. The older these celebrities get, the more out of touch they seem to get.

Here are some examples.

Rula Lenska is sitting having a discussion with Pete Burns about physical appearance. She doesn't understand why Pete isn't happy with his looks, and has undergone much plastic surgery. She says "One has to be humble and accept what one is given." Quite ironic when she isn't humble enough to live with her own appearance. Her obviously dyed hair is coiffed and rollered for an hour each day ...

Michael Barrymore went in to do his nominations. Knowing full well that he had undivided camera time in the Diary Room, he sat there, blubbing and snotty, claiming he "missed his mum, and wanted a cuddle". Awww, bless. A few hours later, he's having a right old go at Jodie Marsh, and, when she said she'd been upset on the first night, because her father was ill and couldn't attend the show, he accused her of "playing up to the cameras". Sorry? Wasn't that EXACTLY what you were doing, 6 hours earlier Barrymore?

Pete Burns and that strange Baywatch woman, Traci, are discussing Barrymore. Traci thinks that Barrymore is to be admired for "finding himself" after going into rehab eight times. Sorry? EIGHT TIMES? Anyone who needs to be weaned off the bottle as often as that is neither grounded nor finding themselves. They have a serious, serious problem. To be honest, you only need to listen to Barrymore talk in that slurred, not-quite-there way that he does, to realise that he is a man on the edge of major breakdown. Last year, everyone was laughing at Bez, the drug addled burn-out ... I look at Barrymore and see Bez's twin brother.

George Galloway. Where do I start? His poncey hair? Sorry mate, you're going bald - fluffing and backcombing it does not "give it volume", it makes you look like a tit. He is "disgusted" about the sexual nature of the conversations that the younger celebs are having. How old is this man? 90? 85? No - he's 53. This is a man known to be a serial philanderer, complaining that some people talk about sex? What a hypocrite.
He also wanted to be Number 1 in the "most famous" challenge. Sorry? Biggest celebrity? I don't think so George. You're a minor politician from a small unimportant country. No-one outside Britain has a clue who you are, even if you did have a meeting with Saddam Hussein. Oh, and that's another thing. In a chat with Rula, he was bragging about meeting with Saddam. "Oh, he was loved by all his people" he said ... does that include the 50,000 Kurds he gassed to death, you stupid old man?


How do these people survive in the real world? Well - the answer is, they can't. Hence their desperation to bump their flagging careers on "humiliation" shows like CBB, I'm A Celeb, etc. They'd do well to understand that, however big and famous they are, they aren't nearly as clever as the people who manage these TV programmes. They are the product of TV, not the other way round. Shame none of them seem to realise it. All this being said, me and the humans love this programme - I only wish I was famous enough to go on the show and tell some of these people what I think of them. But hey, I AM famous ... I was once pictured with Arsene Wenger. *gets on phone to Agent*


Me and Arsene
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Ash to Win
Dec. 14th, 2005 @ 04:58 pm What has happened to eBay?
The humans have been selling their stuff on eBay, and seem to spend all their days thumping desks and shouting at their email clients. I don't understand why the simple business of selling stuff has become so complicated and fraught with problems. A few years ago, the humans loved eBay, but now they seem to hate it.

Anyway, in order to offer some support to the humans, I have developed a new set of "Terms and Conditions" for them to add to their auctions.



1. This auction is in Pounds Sterling. That's the currency of the country it's being sold from. That means British Pounds from the United Republic of Britland, UK, England, Londonshire. Not Euros. Not Dollars. Not anything else. At the end of the auction you will be expected to pay in Pounds Sterling, and be able to work out what that equates to in your own currency. Under no circumstances will "How much is that in US Dollars?" type emails be responded to. If you can find eBay, you can find a bloody currency converter.

2. If we ask you to pay within three days of the auction ending, we do not expect you to wait three days and then tell us that you can't pay for a week or two. We don't care if your cat's ill, or a muffler has fallen off your car. If you don't have the money, you shouldn't bloody bid on the auction. If you wanted to cut a deal with regard to longer payments terms, you should have asked BEFORE placing a bid. Now pay up, or we'll neg you.

3. When we ask for payment by "Paypal only", that isn't an invitation to offer all sorts of other payment methods. We don't CARE how easy it is to sign up for Bidpay, we want to be paid by Paypal. We don't CARE that you want to send a US Postal order - they are utterly worthless outside the USA, so we don't want them. We don't CARE if other sellers are happy to take personal "checks" - in the UK we have to pay $20 to exchange a "check" so we don't want one. We don't care if you don't have a Paypal account - either open one, or don't bid. Oh, and if you do insist on Paypal echeque, don't expect us to ship the goods for a couple of weeks - it takes 10 working days to clear through the UK banking system.

4. If you are late paying, we don't want excuses. It appears that nearly 24.8% of eBay auction winners have (a) lost a partner in the last month (b) terminal illness (c) Paypal blocking their account. Whilst we are sympathetic, we are not stupid. We can see you bidding on other items. If you're OK to bid on other auctions, and you're OK to post endless whining emails about your problems, then you're certainly OK to click the "Pay here" button on our auction. Don't lie to us - you bid and you don't have the money. End of.

5. Winning an auction of ours isn't an invitation to start negotiating a deal. Our terms are there to be read, and you should agree with them before bidding. If you don't like the terms, don't bid. How difficult is that to understand?

6. If we put up an auction without a Buy-It-Now price, it means there isn't a Buy-It-Now price. Emailing us and asking us what the Buy-It-Now price is, will only annoy us. Don't do it. We know you're just trying to chisel a good deal, and we aren't stupid.

7. Don't tell us what other Sellers allow you to do. We aren't them. We are us. If you don't like our terms, then don't bid.

8. If we list a "partial" item, that means we either (a) do not have the complete set or (b) do not wish to sell the complete set. It does NOT mean that we held back one or two pieces, just in case someone wanted them. It does not mean that we will be selling the other parts at a later date, and that we will allow you to hold off paying until we do. We aren't stupid. We know that a complete set is worth more than a part set, and if we have, or want to sell the complete set, then we will.

9. Shipping costs money. Packaging materials cost money. Live with it.

10. If you want to get a quote for multiple item shipping, then it really helps if you tell us what they are. Don't send us a message saying "How much is shipping if I won four items?" We can't tell you if we don't know what you want. They all weigh differently. Oh, and it would be really useful if you told us what country you live in, because we can't work it out from your eBay ID. Actually, don't ask the question at all - in all our years of selling, no-one has EVER won all the items we've quoted them to ship.

11. Work out where you live. We have three options - UK, Europe, Everywhere else in the world. Surely to God, you must be able to work out which one of the three you live in? Can't you? Oh, and Zip codes mean nothing to us.










Do you think the humans will be grateful for my no-nonsense approach?

No, I don't either.
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Ash to Win
Aug. 30th, 2004 @ 05:01 pm Time travel - it's total bollocks, isn't it ?
I'm back. Well, actually, I haven't been away - I've been a little bit busy. Arsenal won the league, and became "The Invincibles" with an unbeaten string of games. England got dumped out of Euro 2004. We won some medals in the Olympics. Time passed.

Which brings me to a point. Humans are obsessed by time. They think of hundreds of different ways to describe the passage of time and yet it always goes past at the same rate. They can measure time to millionths of second, and yet cannot think of how to fill an hour of their time. They surround themselves with clocks and watches, accurate to the nearest second, and yet .. ask them the time and they'll tell you it's "about fourish" or "nearly quarter past" or "tea time". Pah. Why do they bother ? I think I'll invent a watch that only tells the time in 15 minute intervals. That should keep them happy.

Anyway, as if to prove my point ...

In the office, next to TWO telephones with digital clocks on them ...

In the same room, on the wall. There are also 4 computers in here, also with clocks in their toolbars.

Bathroom (wouldn't want to spend too long soaking ...)

Bedroom - this clock tells a human the time in all the major cities of the world. Just in case someone asks ...

Bedroom again. Speechless.

Living room. An art deco-esque quartz clock. Very 1930s....

Living room. Less than 3 inches below the art deco clock ...

Kitchen.

Kitchen.

Kitchen AGAIN.

Living room again, a weird clock that tells the time in degrees Centrigrade.

Finally, back in the office - another clock that glows in the dark. Really handy.









So there you have it. More than 11 clocks and 6 watches in this household, and yet they STILL can't get up in the morning, or see the beginning of that important TV program.

I'm off to my shed to work on my 4-times per hour watch ... update soon.
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Apr. 15th, 2004 @ 11:19 pm In My Easter Bonnet, with the Frills Upon It ...
Humans eh ? Love em or loathe em, you can't bliddy ignore em. Especially when they do something totally stupid which allows me to have uninterrupted scoff.

Picture this. The female human wants to take an "amusing" picture of some of the "collection" with some Eastery type objects - eggs, rabbits, ducks etc. Obviously, knowing that rabbits are going to be involved, I had to be around to supervise. Anyway, the shoot was going well - the "collection" were behaving themselves and looking quite cute. The small rabbits were hamming it up for the camera. Suddenly, I realised on the left of shot was an unmanned bowl of mini-eggs ....



Quick as a flash, I was in there, trying to cover the eggs from the inclement weather and hopefully protect them from the swarms of vultures circling overhead.



Unfortunately, my selfless actions were misinterpreted by the male human who, for some reason, seemed to think that I was trying to EAT the damned eggs. As if !!! Anyway, he pointed the camera in my direction, and I was obliged to "pose", showing the lesser, smaller rabbits how an old pro should behave.



When the photo shoot was over, I ushered the smaller rabbits back to their hutches, ensured that the "collection" made it safely to their shelf and then tried to protect the mini-eggs from the vultures again. Unfortunately, there were so many vultures I could only think of one safe place to store the eggs ...

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Ash to Win
Apr. 14th, 2004 @ 09:44 pm Humans - who can figure them ?
I am feeling ...: pensive
Today, I are mostly be listening to ...: Bucks Fizz - Making your mind UP !
It's a funny old life and no mistake. I share this house with two humans (and of course the lesser rabbits and foul mouthed hares). Rabbits are very laissez-faire about possessions. Let's face it, we mostly live in fields, so owning anything more than a few daisies and some dried cow plop is considered a bit "flash". Anyway, not so my humans. They tend to surround themselves with stuff. Some stuff, like the wide screen tv, I can fully understand. But other stuff is beyond me. Collections. I mean, WHY ? All humans seem to need to acquire stuff and form the stuff into discrete groups called collections. It's mad. The male human is quite secretive about his collections and hides them in drawers and trunks and boxes in the loft. The female human isn't quite so clever and leaves elements of her collections for me to see. For example ....



Part of a collection she calls "the Sindies". I mean, they aren't useful, you can't play football with them, and you can't eat them. So what's the point ?



Here's me, entertaining some of the other parts of "the collection". OK, these little ladies are quite attractive, but ... they aren't rabbits, they aren't food and they don't play for Arsenal. So. What's. The. Point ?

There is one collection that I do like though, and that's the collection of hardware. There are laptops, and desktops, and scanners, and printers, and phones, and filofaxes, and best of all, a bottom warmer. (OK, they call it a broadband modem, but it's really warm and it's where I love to sit.)



Collections. They're very human things I suppose.
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Apr. 13th, 2004 @ 11:17 pm It's a funny old game ...
I am feeling ...: ecstatic
Today, I are mostly be listening to ...: Arsenal Arsenal Arsenal
Football. It's not a matter of life and death, it's far more important than that. To me, anyway, and the male human too. Anyway, my team (that's the team I support, not the one I own .. I mean, I'm not Russian mafia) have been doing OK. We are on for the Treble .. that means winning 3 major competitions.

So. I settle down in front of the TV to watch us trounce Manchester United in the FA Cup semi-final.



Everything is going to plan, except ...



... we lose. OMG - you can't imagine how awful this is. Not only to be out of the FA Cup, but dumped out by ManUre ...

Ah well, we're still on for the Double. So four days later, me and the human male settle down to watch Arsenal take their rightful place in the semi finals of the Champion's League. Hell, it's only Chelsea - we haven't lost to them in 17 matches, and a 0-0 draw would be enough to see us through.



Dammit.



We lose again. This is just too much to bear. There's only one thing that could be worse than this, which is to be beaten at home by Spurs, and THAT will never happen.

So, in the space of four days, our team has gone from the magnificent all conquering heroic Arsenal to the bottle-losing, wobbly team that everyone really suspected they were - according to the newspapers anyway.




Ah well, a few days later we mercileslly fail to win again. But it's a draw and that's OK, cos it still means our unbeaten run continues. Rarrrrrrrr.


The weird thing is, all the non-Arsenal supporters are braying about how poor we are, and how we crumpled under pressure, blah blah blah. Fact is, at the beginning of the season, we didn't have a prayer. No money to spend, no new players, financial uncertainty about the new stadium, worries about existing players and the manager renewing contracts ... hell, if we'd been offerred the semifinal of the FA Cup, quarters in the Champs League, a 32-game unbeaten run in the League plus the likelihood of an eight point clear League win ... we'd have laughed. No way. Impossible.

And yet, here we are.

Thierry Henry ... j'adore.
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Ash to Win
Mar. 12th, 2004 @ 10:11 pm It's those bloddy Hoppies ...
I am feeling ...: full
Today, I are mostly be listening to ...: Bobby Goldsboro - Bunny, I Miss You
I thought I'd introduce you to some of the other members of the household. Hoppy and Poppy Vandehare. OK, they aren't rabbits, but the look the same as rabbits, and they can eat their own weight in lemon meringue pie, which means they eat like rabbits too. Anyway ...


That's them on holiday in Cornwall. Butter wouldn't melt in their mouths eh ? Cute ickle fluffy wuffies eh ?

DON'T BE FOOLED

These two are the most foul mouthed little monsters it's ever been my misfortune to meet. They sit in front of the tv, hurling abuse at everything they see. Apart from the adverts, which they adore. In fact, they only really watch tv for the ads. They have used practically every product ever shown, and are always ordering the latest makeup, based on the glamorous images they see. They only ads they don't like, are any that feature toilet rolls, and/or babies. They are particularly distressed by the Johnsons baby ads that actually feature babies' bottoms.

Anyway, if they are ever told off for their disgusting behaviour, they suddenly turn on the cuteness, and blame everything on the "evil Hoppies who live in the shed". Pah, as if. To prove that these two little plump furballs are in fact quite nasty, here's a picture I snapped of them last October.


Proof enough, I think. Basically, hares bad, rabbits good.
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Ash to Win
Mar. 11th, 2004 @ 08:43 pm Ahhh, oi do loike poi
I am feeling ...: chipper
Today, I are mostly be listening to ...: Echo and the Bunnymen - The Cutter
Pie. Just the sound of the word makes you feel warm and cosy. It's a special word like dumpling, pancake or pudding. Wonderful heart-felt words that take you back to times gone by, when the most important decision in your life was whether to have the skin of the custard or not.

Various pies that I have enjoyed, include steak and kidney, beef and ale, chicken and mushroom, vegetable, rhubarb, apple, mince, beanie, Mississippi Mud and of course, the ultimate ... lemon meringue. It's a little known fact that ALL rabbits love lemon meringue pie. Hares like it too.

Another big fan of pies is my best mate Uncle Bert. He's one of the other rabbits who lives here with me and my humans. Although he is slightly down the pecking order from me, I hesitate to call him a "lesser rabbit". He's an old campaigner, and has traveled many many miles with the humans. In fact, he was the first rabbit they ever put in a scanner and uploaded his image to the internet.

Anyway, Uncle Bert and I like to pass the time of day, talking about life, the universe and everything and pies. We were discussing a particularly tasty lattice topped pie when one of the humans walked by with a digital camera. Next thing you know ...



As you can see, Uncle Bert is a handsome fellow, who has taken to wearing thick polo necked jumpers. He has two nephews, both called Herbert who also wear polo necks. When we're all together, we're quite the fashionable ensemble, I can tell you.
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Ash to Win
Mar. 11th, 2004 @ 11:15 am Missing in Action
I'm terribly sorry, I haven't been online for a while. It's me back. It's been killing me. I'm a martyr to my back. I tell you, these humans and their hip replacements ? They don't know they're born ! I really suffer with my back. I think it may have something to do with not having a spine. Anyway, what brought this latest "episode" on was ....

I was quietly surfing the net, doing some "research" for my upcoming novel ....



... when one of the humans sneaked into the room behind me. Next thing I know ...



... well, as you can imagine, this was quite painful, catching me where the kapok stuffing was at it's thinnest ...



... anyway, the upshot was, a few days in traction, totally unable to carry out any form of computer use, research or journaling.

Anyway, before you all start sending flowers, I'm fully recovered now. In fact, this morning I met up with one of my very best rabbity mates, Uncle Bert. More later ...
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Ash to Win
Feb. 29th, 2004 @ 07:07 pm Sunday (again,only more so)
I am feeling ...: discontent
Today, I are mostly be listening to ...: Jive Bunny - Tedious Remix
It's later on now. Luckily the humans managed to avoid breaking any of their precious hardware, so I was able to relax. I thought I'd take a blast on my Harley today ...



Unfortunately, I'm actually quite small (less than 4" tall), so the physical act of getting this FatBoy (the BIKE I meant) down from on top of a bookcase, onto the ground, out the front door and onto the road was beyond me. Still, I sat around and looked dead impressive to some of the lesser rabbits.


It's been trying to snow all day. Pathetic half-arsed weather. Why can't we have a huge snowstorm, which brings the country to it's knees for a few days. I mean, if I can't actually leave the house, then I'd have no guilt about sitting round watching endless reruns of The Simpsons on TV.


And another thing. How come Sky One has adverts ? I mean, we pay Sky some £50 a month for the privilege of watching their channels, and they STILL need to supplement that revenue with advertising ? Hmmmmmm ... I think someone's having a laugh at our expense.
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Ash to Win
Feb. 29th, 2004 @ 11:06 am Just another manic Sunday, woah oh ,....
I am feeling ...: bouncy
Today, I are mostly be listening to ...: Bunny Holly - Everyday
Typical, it snowed last night, but only the lightest sprinkling on the ground. I wanted drifts and snowmen, and wanted to watch next door's cat freaking out as it slid about on the garden path. I'm not keen on cats, although my humans do tend to go a bit googoo about them. Humans eh ? Love 'em or lothe 'em, you'll never understand them. However, I do understand about PC's. Today, my server was making a funny noise. Fortunately, my human had removed the floppy disc drive from the front, giving me a reasonable access hatch ....


Anyway, I was able to ascertain the problem and fix it. (For the technically minded amongst you, it was the thingy with the heat sink vanes on, which was overtightened and needed to be rebooted. I also flushed the cache, polished the buffers and dumped in the core,to be on the safe side).

Anyway, the server is now running a smooth as a baby rabbit's bottom. I just hope the human's dont break any of their other kit, because I really fancy a day off today. I'm feeling a bit fragile you see, having had one or two beers last night, celebrating Arsenal's gritty win against Charlton. This glorious day was made richer by the fact that Fulham managed to hold ManUre to a draw, thereby allowing Chelsea to overtake them in the league. Remind me to show you a picture of me with Arsene Wenger and Tony Adams, taken in the glorious "Double" year ... Oh hell, here it is anyway ...

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Ash to Win
Feb. 29th, 2004 @ 12:56 am Life, the universe, and pizzas
As you can see, I'm quite a cool guy. I don't ask for much of this life, just a fast broadband internet connection, a state of the art laptop, a 3.5Mpixel digicam, and to be able to eat my own weight in pizza on a daily basis.





I do find that home delivered pizzas are quite the best. I have tried supermarket pizzas, but they cause a few problems - mostly about not being visible to the checkout girls at Sainsbury's, and then being nicked by the security staff for trying to smuggle a Megasize pizza out, under my jumper. So, I stick to Pizza Hut and Domino's now. And lately, I have been favouring Domino's Vegetarian Volcano - it's dead hot and chilli laden, just the fiery meal a growing rabbit needs. Later I might put up a few pics of my collection of empty pizza boxes, which I have catalogued in date order. I also have a large collection of those funny three legged things that they use to stop the box collapsing. I am of a size that they can be used as occasional tables for discreetly displaying my objets d'art, but obviously, they're far too tacky to be used by a rabbit of discerning taste.
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Ash to Win
Feb. 28th, 2004 @ 11:20 pm Introduction
Where to start ?

I am pod. I am a rabbit. I am usually happy, but sometimes things can annoy me. I love Arsenal and in particular, I am in gasping admiration of the striker Thierry Henry. I live in a modest house in a modest street in a modest town, in the East Anglia region of England. I share this house with two humans, a spotty dog and a host of lesser rabbits. My best friend is a rabbit called Uncle Bert. Sometimes we have adventures together, but mostly I am a loner, a free spirited traveller through life, who wears polo-necks. Some call me plump, but I prefer to think of myself as big-boned.




I shall be using this blog to pass on my thoughts about life, the universe and other stuff. And sometimes I'll do images as well. However, there is a cafe latte downstairs with my name on it, so I shall bid you adieu until another time.
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