Press A To Jump

I ruthlessly differentiate between my Lightning McQueens: the diecast (metal) one is Lightning, the litle pull-back plastic ones are not, and the big blue rocket-firing Lightning ‘Storm’ McQueen is, well, one of the noisiest toys ever. The metal one though is the one I take to bed to clutch in my sweaty paw, and which I take out with me every time I can. I left it at Granny and Grandads last week and was without it for a few days – uproar until I got it back.

Today, though, I took him to the park this morning and he got lost. I refused to believe it, but he was gone.. we’ve ordered another one from eBay, and I took my Sonic Screwdriver to bed tonight, but there’s a Lightning shaped hole in my life right now.

Us Virgin Media ‘customers’ have Sky One back now (the two mega-corps had a big scrap: I’m not sure who won, except we get Sky One and the Sky viewers get Virgin One, which will no doubt double it’s viewing figures (into double figures)) so now we have copious dobs of The Simpsons available in the evening. Which might explain my recent Bart-esque escapades – e.g. I cut Mum’s mobile phone charger cord with scissors yesterday..

I generally like websites like The Red Fish which are based on Flash: the problem is, though, when I am using our Mighty Mouse, I keep right-clicking, which brings up a context menu and then the Adobe Flash Player setting dialog, which ignores all sane human interface guidelines by not providing an X which I can hit to close it, so I’m scuppered.

So we dug our old one-button Pro mouse out the cupboard, and plugged it in instead: now it’s my turn to laugh at Dad as he tries to right-click with it..

Grandma suggested my computer use was more or less random, like when Dad phoned Australia when he was around my age and playing with their phone (an early example of Phreaking, and given the cost of international calls in the 1960s some Freaking Out would be expected as well!) but I know exactly what I’m doing. Well, more or less..

I haven’t been playing Ball so much what with being ill – I drag anyone available into the conservatory and pelt them with balls, a bit like a mini version of Dodgeball: I also like Ball Kick In The Air, and catching, and Ball Kick (which I am reluctantly learning is often called ‘Football’). I have been playing with my cars though, and I like to dragoon parents into a game of Racing AND Crashing, which is exactly as it sounds. I also like to play Doctor Who And The Dalek, where you are the dalek advancing on my in exterminatory mode, and I kill you with my sonic screwdriver..

My ‘nana medicine’ (it was the last flavour left) seems working – my cough is better, but hasn’t gone yet, and my temperature has gone down. It has some side-effects – I have hardly eaten anything for the last couple of days, even crisps and sausages haven’t floated my boat and usually I’m mad for them. I’ve been a bit sick a few times, and cough myself awake every night.

Dad’s been working from home as Mum is doing extra hours what with Christmas coming up – unfortunately he insists on actually working which is very annoying.

Incidentally, as I can’t remember last Christmas, my main source of info on it is the Doctor Who special “The Christmas Invasion” with the spinning Christmas trees and Robot Santas..

I have an infection in my right lung, and both ears (though the right one is worse). This explains my racking, hacking cough which has been keeping everyone awake at night. The sawbones has given me some antibiotics which should sort it out though.

Mylo has a baby sister!

I’ve belatedly added our new photos as slideshows in the page links to the right. Incidentally, if anyone is confused about why they can’t get the slideshow code from Picasaweb as described here, you have to set your Google account settings to English (US), not English (UK)..

Ask me how old I am and I’ll happily answer:

“Five”

I’ve broken one of the machine heads – the tuning pegs – off Dad’s guitar. Oh dear. I also broke the light in our conservatory – the other week when Daisy was off on a sleepover, I had our babysitter Annie all to myself and I was showing off. Unfortunately I pulled the big globe light down from the high shelf it was on, and it smashed on my head: glass everywhere, and I was going ballistic from the pain and shock. No blud though..