The adventures of Almigo

The bank just called, apparently my new card is here waiting for pick up at my local branch. Which would be great...if I'd ordered a new card. Or if my old one had expired.  Neither has happened.. You little bastard... So which one of you cyber criminals went through my trash this week, pretending to be me?

I’m not really sure who in the giant Facebook office on planet social media has the dubiously fun job of coming up with ‘Suggested posts’, but I think they must be on holidays at the moment. Either that or they’ve using the time honoured tradition of ‘throw everything at a dart board to see what we’re going to spam you with’ as their recent suggestions for me have completely missed the mark… How Facebook works out my interests..

Remember the brilliant arcade beat em up Growl? No? Then you better learn the ways of M.A.M.E my friend because Growl (or Runark in Japan) is simply the greatest beat em up of ALL TIME! And here's the reasons why...

When too many random stories are never enough (and aren't enough to deserve a post of their own), it's ramblin time!.. No wait, that's not what I meant...

Maybe it's just me but I seem to be suffering from a condition currently where Mondayitis seems to be having the opposite effect... It's Monday - I shouldn't be like this. Instead of pissing and moaning about my day when I come home, I find myself with enough energy to oil change every car in the neighborhood while penning an e-novel about a mafia cleaner who runs a fleapit hotel, cooking up a pasta so awesome Italy gives me my own Italian birth certificate to claim me as their own and bench pressing the house while chasing my son around the place - all at the same time.  Everyone seems tired though...Doctor, am I sick?

Out the back of Casa De Almigo lies a big back yard with plenty of weeds, long tall grass for the dog to run and hide in, a lawnmower taking the month off due to lack of petrol, my son's play equipment and tucked in one corner of the grand gardens - a compost bin. Yep, I'm doing my bit for the environment practically every time I play Jamie Oliver and mother nature obviously is loving the attention. Looking good Mother Nature! Especially today when I noticed there's now something strange growing out of it...

Why oh why in the name of all things iphoney has it taken me this long to discover the pure unfiltered joy of the nifty little program/app that operates by the name IFTTT? If This Then That I seriously spent way too much time and battery life with this last night and even though I've streamlined a few things, I still believe I've barely come close to even farting in the vicinity of the tip of the iceberg, let along getting close enough to give it a scratch...

Gah, it's always the way isn't it? I just took two weeks off to recharge my turbos, answer the Basement Jaxx's probing question 'Where's your head at', hit the road and drink a lot of beer and wine. And as soon as I sauntered back into work with a 'I'm primed and ready to destroy something amazingly' attitude...I suddenly got clotheslined to hell by a passing cold that's sunk both boots right into my petrol tank. That's me on the left (figuratively) I hate being sick with a passion.