Get me the Kraken

August 23rd, 2006

Imagine your flatmate moving out, and while she was at it cancelling every possible service with it.

Things like : gas, water, telephone, internet would have been closed down a week from now had I not discovered it today.

You can’t imagine how angry I am. And what a hassle it is to get everything reconnected. Davy is off already, getting The Kraken. No f****** mercy this time.


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    pauldwaite
    August 23rd, 2006 at 19:43

    That’s not cool. What the heck is the story there?

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    yak
    August 24th, 2006 at 08:08

    Yeah, uncool is the correct understatement. Btw. Is there any reason why only on your site my old gravatar keeps showing up?

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    Ingrid
    August 24th, 2006 at 09:15

    @Paul - the story is probably that every film has a villain. In the story of my life she is mine.
    Documentary maker aren’t you - we need to have a talk! :-)

    @Yak - yes because my wordpress plugin is caching them, it is solved now though. I like this new one! :-)

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    Jan
    August 24th, 2006 at 11:45

    Did your flat mate cancel it all hereself or did she use a service company for it?

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    Ingrid
    August 24th, 2006 at 11:47

    She did it all herself. I am nearly done reconnecting everything again. Really a cool thing to do on your birthday :-)

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    Anne
    August 24th, 2006 at 13:38

    I know this island where you can send her ;-)

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    pauldwaite
    August 25th, 2006 at 21:22

    Hmm, “Documentary maker” is a bit of an overstatement - “took a camcorder on holiday once and spent three months trying to edit the footage afterwards” is more like it :) I think that’s one step down from runner, so keep that in mind during the boring bits of the September short movie, and congratulations on that.

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