Same game, thankfully different subject. Citeh fans booing Eduardo. Why? I questioned it after the England game and I question it again here. It is just puerile and churlish to suggest that Eduardo is the only player ever to have gone to ground under less than knock-out contact. Keep in mind this is a club that not only stood by, not just tolerated but celebrated the notorious diving of Franny Lee.
Were football still played in the spirit of the original Corinthians then the boos, as disapproval of ungentlemanly conduct would be noble and valid. However, the world of professional football is no bastion of sporting ideal. As such I think people should either shut up or adopt this new desire for a purer sporting ethos.
I look forward to players being booed for talking back to the referee or committing any breach of the rules of association football or playing in any way as to give an unfair advantage!
The odious individual I referred to above, after insulting the Arsenal fans, lauded the Citeh fans as 'real'. I so look forward to his appreciation of their 'reality' when the day comes (and it surely will) when he strolls around Eastlands, looking like a poor Kevin & Perry impression; too much trouble to track back and too frustrating to get forward. Just wait until this purple patch passes. We are. Oh yes.
Away from the beautiful game, I was continuing on my Affiliate Marketing path. I even joined a Facebook group! As I mentioned my next task was to throw up a few 350-word pieces onto E-zine Articles. I did the ground work and obtained my research material. Mindful of something else I read, I was doing my writing in Notepad.
As a part of my commitment to 10-10 I didn't have the file server running. I had been working on this piece for about an hour, to-ing and fro-ing around the web for research and writing in between. Being sensible, I decided it prudent to save my masterpiece (though I did wonder how these so-called gurus can do all this in a few hours a day) and set about doing that.
I told you the server was off, right? Windows had told me that my mapped drives weren't accessible when I logged in. It's just a shame that it doesn't trust itself. So (and I'm certain you've already guessed, but...) I wait a disproportionately long time to be given the file name box I am expecting.
Ignoring it's earlier advice of their unavailability, Windows sets off searching for the absent drives I had saved text files to on the preceding days. "Bugger this! Don't bother."
Click. Click. Click. Whimper. Shriek. Click. Click?
Why didn't I use Word! At least It would have had something recoverable. Well. It was the weekend. I had a football game to find and I was right royally pissed-off with my marketing challenge.
ESPN were out doing their level best to spoil the party as stream after stream was being pulled. While searching I found District 9 - it was being run on a loop - so I had no idea where in the movie I was watching.
I bookmarked it for later. When I went back, the lights were on but no-one was home. No stream. I like a challenge.
I set of trying to find another stream. It struck me logically, that if one person had it to watch, others would.
We are now into the very wee small hours of the morning. I have done endless market research surveys about all manner of shit without so much as a sniff of anything but more surveys. I'm never going to find a stream at this rate!
The small hours or even more wee than before. At last! No surveys. Just install the codecs to watch the film.
I've been in IT a long time now. I'm not really the piratey type and I don't bit torrent unless it's really necessary and legitimate. I pay for my music, but I get it at a good price but in good conscience.
I so know that the baddies distribute viruses in codecs. I'm tired. I'm fed up and I just want to see the film - or by now, just see if it's any good. I download the codecs - an executable for fox sake - with a vow to scan it first.
Somehow I start the install. AVG flies in to tell me that it carries a trojan. I agree and allow it to kill off the unhealed infection. I find a page full of District 9 streams. I go through them trying to find one remotely as good as the one I saw earlier. It was in English for start.
I recall from earlier that the inter-Prawn dialogue is subtitled. I don't read Russian. Ho-hum.
Eventually one stream has it in English with the Cyrillic text sort of super-imposed. It was painfully slow to drag the slider up to the position I had watched the other feed to. The one that had cut off and yet another I gave up on due to the lack of English.
Finally, making it to the end of the movie I check for, detect and have to neutralise the (thankfully) minor trojan I infected my self with before finding my pay dirt. I finished that process off this morning. This morning's this morning - not last night's this morning.
Did I like the film? I doubt many critics will have stayed up twenty hours to watch it and exposed themselves to the risk of on-line fraud and loss of data to watch it. I've read complaint elsewhere that it was a rip-off of Alien Nation. I liked the TV series and remember it better than the film, but that thought never really occurred to me. If I found myself making any comparison, it was with Enemy Mine.
Rest assured I will buy the DVD in a nice plastic box. Come to think of it, I will put on my Christmas list.
Don't forget to use your Nectar Cards!
Welcome to the disappointment.
