Thursday, January 1, 2015

Happiness

Happiness is a positive cash flow!

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Whisky

First I drank water without whisky
Then I drank whisky with water
Later I drank whisky without water
And now, I drink whisky as water

Monday, December 1, 2014

What if you live your life backwards?

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“In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people's home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. 

You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa-like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You finish off as an orgasm!”   

                                           Woody Allen

But what if it was a blow-job, then all this would not have happened – you would not have existed. 
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Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Heaven and hell revised

HEAVEN is where:
The police are British
The chefs Italian
The mechanics are German
The lovers are French
   and it's all organised by the Swiss

HELL is where:
The police are German
The chefs are British
The mechanics are French
The lovers are Swiss
   and it's all organised by the Italians!!



Monday, November 24, 2014

Be careful out there

A little brown dog was running across the freight yard, crossing all the railroad tracks until a switch engine nipped off the end of his tail between wheel and rail. The little dog yelped, and he spun so quickly to check himself out that the next wheel chopped through his little brown neck.

The moral is; of course, never lose your head over a piece of tail.

   
  

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Flaming on the Internet

I have with interest observed how some people behave in newsgroups and when they send e‑mail. John C. Dvorak mentioned that these people just surfed from group to group in order to spread venom. They use a language that never would have occurred in a letter or a conversation.

All parents will remember how their children went through a stage when the big interest was wee‑wee and ba-ba. The professionals will characterize this as “The anal stage”. Most children will outgrow this at the age of 4 or 5. When I participate in some newsgroups or read e-mail I have received, I can only conclude that some Internet-surfers have never left that stage.

Next time you observe one of these crap-throwers, you can calmly state the fact: “He is still not past the anal stage”.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

The slatted (lamellar) swimming pool cover from VR Production does not work

The automatic pool cover produced by VR Production (A.P.F Annonay Productions France) and sold by the Norwegian dealer Basseng AS has had major problems from the very beginning; it has stopped, broken down, failed to start, jammed — basically, it does not work. Basseng AS's slatted (lamellar) pool cover is now defective and cannot be used at all. 

Five years ago, I invested in a slatted swimming pool cover from VR Production (dealer in Norway: Basseng AS). It was a stupid idea. Their brochures are gorgeous, and because my old automatic cover, which had served me well for more than twenty years, began to show wear and tear, I invested nearly fifty thousand Norwegian kroner (EUR 6 000) in this slatted cover. The first problem arose when it was discovered that the installation instructions were in French. After a little pestering on my part, the supplier sent me an edition partially in Norwegian — I got the rest translated by an acquaintance who knows French.

We enjoyed the safety cover over our pool for one entire summer, but the following year it stopped working. I measured the voltage and concluded that the motor was not getting any power from the control box, and after negotiating with the supplier, I returned the box, which was forwarded to the manufacturer in France. Eventually the box was returned to me, and I reinstalled it. We then enjoyed the safety cover over our pool for another entire summer, but the following year it stopped working. Once again, the problem was an error in the power supply, and I stopped using the control box altogether and went over to running the motor from a battery (in consultation with the supplier).

This worked somewhat satisfactorily; I would charge the battery in the garage at night and operate the pool cover during the daytime—until the motor stopped working. The Norwegian company Basseng AS does not have the needed technical competence, so all questions had to be translated into French and sent to the manufacturer, and then the replies had to be translated back into Norwegian. All parts have to be sent to France for repair or replacement. All this takes a very long time. After opening the motor casing, I found traces of corrosion; it is obvious that the French manufacturer has used the cheapest possible components.

The conclusion is that in the course of five summer seasons, the pool cover has functioned properly only two out of five years. This product cannot actually be called a safety cover. First of all, the pool is without a cover during major portions of the season; secondly, it is absolutely incredible how much extra work and frustration this slatted pool cover has caused me in comparison with the cover I owned previously. So, attractive brochures are of no help.

 The picture clearly shows corrosion on the electrical contacts.

I have learned something from this adventure. The next time I buy equipment for my swimming pool, I intend to ensure that:
  • The dealer has the basic technical expertise pertaining to the product he sells.
  • It is possible to get the necessary service if something should go wrong.
In retrospect, I can't remember ever buying a technical product from a dealer who had so little knowledge about the product he sells.
 
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