As you know, a laptop’s keyboard is rather integrated into the computer itself, and spilling liquid on this will, without doubt, prove rather fatal very quickly. I had a cup of warm tea besides my good old trusty laptop, and – as fate has it – accidentally struck it with one of my arms, causing the almost boiling-hot tea (with honey, mind you) to spill all over the laptops keyboard. 2 seconds later, the computer shut itself off.

This should, without doubt, cause panic of epic proportions to most people, and I admit that I was very close to yelling a lot of very bad words out loud. Luckily enough, I realized that there wasn’t any immediate smoke and sparks flying, and got my hopes up a bit. Disconnected the power supply, wiped as much as I could off the keyboard, got my girlfriends hairdryer, and started going berserk with the getting sure that there wasn’t a single drop of tea to be found anywhere in, or on, the laptop. After that, I left it to cool down for a few hours … and tried what would eventually be needed to check if everything was ok.

It booted fine, but made my heart skip a beat, when an error-message almost instantly popped up:

The computer was shut down for safery-measures, because of over-heating. Check the (…)

Insanely enough, the heat from the hot tea had caused the computer to shut itself down before the liquid had any chance to damage it. Lucky? Quite.

So, did my computer survive without a scratch? Not really. The keys on the left side of the keyboard (where the primary “splash” had hit) are crunching quite a bit when pushing them, most likely a result of the honey in the tea drying. I might have to clean it completely eventually, when it starts to annoy me enough. For now, I’m just happy that the laptop still lives.

I was down getting this evenings second batch of clothing from laundry, and while staring at the machine timer spending the better part of the fifth minute displaying “01″ (the infamous copenhagen minute – no, I’m not kidding), the machine stops with an error – the display at least said something like “E 01″ – just before going into the ending phase, that flushes the water properly. The result…? Clothing (t- and sweat-shirts) that was utterly soaked after being in a laundry-machine for 1 hour. And by soaked, I mean that would’ve probably contained less water than if I had tossed all the clothing into the ocean, and fished it back up again. Way too soaked to even consider the tumbler, in any way.

So, the punishment from irony was the following:

• Carrying the tub filled with soaked clothing back to my room (water is heavy),
• Spending that past hour twisting the clothing into semi-dry, so I could put it on my poor (now horribly suffering from overweight) drying rack (soaked sweatshirts are also heavy).
• Fingers looking like I’ve spend that hour happily playing in a bathtub or swimming pool.
• Rage. The non-happy version.

As a closing statement, I would like to add: “Oh Irony, thou art a heartless bitch!”, as only Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory could’ve said it.

In Copenhagen (and probably the rest of Denmark too), this minute has a habit of spanning over something that would represent a number of minutes fairly larger than one. Naturally, this doesn’t apply to everything, so I’ll present you with a “for” and an “against” argument for my theory that the Copenhagen minute is the opposite to the New York minute.

For: Bus
All over Copenhagen, there are certain bus-lines that has a small number on the busstop, that represents the amount of time till the next bus arrives. Naturally, that amount shouldn’t be that big, as the idea is that there should be one arriving around every 5-8 minutes. Now, “the minute” happens when the counter ticks to 1. I’m fairly that time in the area increases exponentially, because that minute usually lasts at least 3 or 4.

Now, I haven’t tried to check with a stopwatch, but I doubt that’s needed. Most people should notice when a minute has taken at least 3 minutes. Then again, I have never heard anyone complain about it in public…

Against: Metro
The more I think about it, this won’t exactly be an against-arguement, but more an explanation of a cleverly thought out trick. At our subway-system there also a minute counter till the next metro. However, when the time gets below 3 minutes, it starts adding in half minutes too. Having getting used to the number changing once per minute, you don’t expect it to count down faster, and it might in fact even be changing every minute, thus actually taking a few minutes longer than written.

While this is a far stretch, my argument gets slightly overruled by the fact that the train arrives when the counter is at 1 or ½ minute. But, it could also be yet another trick to make you think that not only did the train arrive on time, it was ahead of it. Clever.

In the end, I’m rather convinced that a Copenhagen minute is at least fairly longer than a New York one. Don’t ask me why the time difference remains the same, because that’s a puzzle to me.

The point I’m aiming for is atleast.. Once I get that blasted access to downloading the game (13+ GB), will it catch me? I’m pretty much expecting to atleast play it for some time during the end of the spring, at during the summer. Will it be a cage – like a true MMORPG should be – or just one of those titles I play for some time? Well, time will tell. One thing I’m certain of atleast, is that it’s going to be quite some enjoyable hours I’ll get to spend with it, as it looks pretty fun.

… On top of that, I hope my computer can run the game, otherwise I’ll have to save up for new computer too – auch.

Just got back home after watching this movie at the premiere. I must say, I was impressed. It had it all to make it a really enjoyable evening. Lots of nostalgia to the time when I was a child (that is, when my physical age matched), tons of one-liners, humor, explosions (important!).. I could keep going. If you liked the animated series back then, it’s surely a must. Only thing that was missing, was the suitcase, really.

Now, about the title. I, once again, practically walked right into the bus. If I hadn’t made that one, I could’ve stood and waited for atleast 25 more minutes. I wonder if I dare hope for more tomorrow. Time will tell, I guess.

Oh, and I would love if the weather would get back to not raining again.