i mean, we put people on the moon for christsake! this should be easy peasy japaneasy!
but it’s not.
so chris, you get two options. the teeny tiny little waving version, or the normal sized waving cropped off version.
there’s a third option too, but it involves me picking up this monitor and throwing it out the window, then going outside (i’m still in my pajamas) and kicking at what’s left of the computer with my bare foot. then jumping up and down screaming and swearing and clutching at my now bleeding foot as a horrified crowd of onlookers starts to gather. yeah, i thought you’d be happier with those other two options.
that’s just life right, nothing ever goes quite as planned.
anyway, moving along swiftly.
hey (in an attempt to change the subject and distract myself from my ever-growing frustration at being a complete fricken laggard) remember bingo? i’m not entirely sure why it’s been relegated to old people and losers. it’s a fucken scream of a game.
they’ve got that funky way of calling out the numbers.
it’s usually some dodgy old geezer in a sparkly jacket doing the calling: