Techno-Himbos III The Revenge of the AVIs

For those who regularly follow my delusional rantings, my reputation as a techno-himbo obviously preceeds me. Wrestling with my antiquated cellphone with all its snazzy functions is already a feat all by itself.

But last night I managed ( well, with the help of my darling Lanky Legolas and the inimitable Wingedman Will ) to succeed in something approaching a miracle! Surely no big deal for the more technologically savvy bloggers out there but for a techno-himbo yokel like me, surely a scientific feat not seen since famed Archimedes broke the laws of social decency and streaked the town yelling Eureka.

Yes, I finally managed to download a movie online - and watch it. All by my little self.

Some applause is in order surely. Believe me, it amazed me that such a thing is even possible. How could a movie be compressed into such digital mumbojumbo... well, let's not even go into that since it would only show how woefully ignorant I can be regarding the various technological advances we have made in the past century. I could relate all the frustrating times I've spent trying to even watch the downloaded movies ( first there was no movie, then no sound, then no image, then no... ) but I won't since it's too horrible to contemplate.

Gleefully triumphant, I immediately sent frantic messages to some of my friends expecting rapturous replies. That was obviously quite delusional of me since here are some of the less-than-enthusiastic replies.

Big Bicep Barry : Omigod. You never knew? :O
Preity Posh : You mean you didn't know before this?
My ISO : I am still amazed that you can even manage a toaster. :)

Hmm.. Obviously I need to find some better friends.

Flushed with my seeming success, I sat myself down last night after a harried emergency call in one of the darker hospital rooms to watch the new series I mentioned a while back, Supernatural. That was a huge mistake on my part. Nothing adds to the eerieness of the moment like watching a horror/suspense series in a dark, gloomy hospital room - tucked into a lonely, silent corridor - with the cold monsoon winds rattling the windows. Every little screech down the corridor had my heart pounding and my hands reaching out for my syringe - loaded with muscle relaxants surely enough to stop a rampaging monster.


Come pick us up, please!

For those who haven't seen the excellent series, go take a look. It has two droolingly sexy male leads ( come on, what more do you want! ) playing the intrepid Winchester brothers who drive around the country in an amazing vintage Chevy confronting ghosts, evil forces, and unexplained phenomena as they seek their missing father and try to uncover the malevolent force that killed their mother. Think a seriously creepy cross between X Files and Route 66.

Just try not to watch alone in the dark.