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Rule of Acquisition 266. When in doubt, lie.

Yesterday my glamorous assistant, Craig, left work early to go and watch Pompey play football. 

Such is the nature of the rewards that my underlings receive when they have pleased me.

However, someone else asked where he had gone later that afternoon and instead of explaining I lied to them.  I falsely claimed that he was at the dentist.

I really have no idea why I did this except that it was easier to lie than it was to explain the truth.  As my lie was accepted without question it is obviously a viable alternative to the truth as well as being a more efficient use of my time.

Told any porkers recently?

Current mood: Meanie


I saw this and I thought of the people I work with

I suppose it would make more sense if I was American instead of English.

Current mood: Cool

Shopping and lazy blogging

Two blokes are pushing their shopping trolleys around a supermarket when they collide.

The first bloke says to the second bloke, "Sorry about that. I'm looking for my wife, and I guess I wasn't paying attention to where I was going".

The second bloke says, "That's OK. It's a coincidence. I'm looking for my wife, too. I can't find her and I'm getting a little desperate".

The first bloke says, "Well, maybe we can help each other. What does your wife look like"?

The second bloke says, "Well, she is 27 yrs old, 5 feet 11 inches tall, with blonde hair, blue eyes, big jubblies, long legs and is wearing tiny little shorts and a crop top. What does your wife look like"?

The first bloke says, "Doesn't matter, let's look for yours."

Current mood: Big-Smiley


Education, education, education

Just so you know, I don't trust political parties much.

I've had a long running hatred with them ever since I can remember.  Essentially, the Tory party policies during my childhood and teens all effected me in negative ways.  Education, Employment, Taxation, pretty much everything.

New Labour, much heralded as a change to the rot in government, have turned out to be a clone of the old Tory government but with a smilier face.

 

I'm sure that there are other parties but, what are they again....?

That's why I was so pleased to read this piece of history this morning.

Anyone fancy forming the Platform 27 political party?  Policies include using sarcasm and .... um ..... well, that's it really.

Current mood: Sceptical


Forgetful head

Have you ever put something in the oven and forgotten all about it?

Well, its a good thing that I have fire alarms with shiny new batteries and a liking for burnt food isn't it?

Chewy burnt food.

I think I'll have some soup instead.

Current mood: Bored


Stoopid

I seem to have developed some stupidity.

I've just spent about five minutes staring at a calendar wondering why it says January when it isn't January anymore.  Then I realised that it is still January and not February.  That's right isn't it?  I still spent time staring at the calendar though. You'd have thought that instead of dates being displayed they were heaving bosoms for the attention I was paying them.

I'm glad it isn't February because I still have time to get Cait some birthday pressies.....and Valentine's pressies for The Hildy.

I'm not working late tonight.  Too tired.

Current mood: Sad

Feathered Energy

Links for how to make your own Van Der Graaff generator ==> http://amasci.com/emotor/vdg.html

Inspired by Tracey and Mas (who missed out on the Van Der Graff experiment at school.  Shocking.

 

Current mood: Big-Smiley


I'm so Dizzy, my head is spinning...

...Like a whirlpool, it never ends

Not Thursday Thirteen and not even a proper blog.

I'm really busy at work.  Anyone able to recomment a Lotus Notes\Domino developer with good knowledge of XML so I can spend less time working and more time drinking pina coladas in the snow?*

Anyone?  Failing that, can anyone recommend a good way to recruit someone with these skills?

*I've never actually had a pina colada.

Current mood: Dizzy, like a whirlpool


Waste

I love getting the train to work.  Being trapped in a smelly, stiflingly hot box with a bunch of tossers who think that throwing beer cans at each other is the height of travelling etiquette is great fun.  I also particularly like the chap in a cap who has started to get the train in the evenings who sings every third word to whatever song is on his iPod very loudly.  "mutter mutter JETPLANE mutter mutter WHEN mutter mutter BACK"  Very cheerful.

By the end of my journey I feel so relaxed and happy that I want to do it all over again.

In other sarcasm related news I have to go to visit this company that my firm is buying.  At the meeting yesterday the following conversation unfolded:

FIRST WITCH:
When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

SECOND WITCH.
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.

THIRD WITCH.
That will be ere the set of sun.

Sorry, I'm getting confused.  That was earlier.  This is what really transpired.  I've enhanced some of the phrases for added effect but the meaning is all there.

CEO Banana Man: When can we all meet next?
Dez Rooster: Anytime you like, oh great and benevolent Banana Man
Mr hoverFrog: Not the 5th.  It's my daughter's birthday that day.
Others propose various dates
BM: Right the 5th then
hF: She's going to be 10.  It's a milestone year. Double figures and all that.
DR: The 5th is good for me.  I like that date because you suggested it Banana man.
BM: Right the 5th it is.  Is that OK hoverFrog?
hF (sarcastically): Absolutely, I'll just see her on her next tenth birthday.
BM: That's settled then.
DR: I love you

Sarcasm really is wasted on some people.

Current mood: Angry


Vicks

My family are all poorly.

• The Hildy has a cold and blocked sinuses.
• Snarly Beth is off school with the same, she was crying real tears yesterday from her 11 year old eyes.  It was very sad.
• Cake Worm is on the mend from an ear infection.
• Tiny Tash is never ill for more than five minutes but had to sit down at the end of her friend's birthday party because her head hurt.  She's fine now though.
• Little Al has a runny nose and feels very lethargic and "a bit woolly"

I'm fine though.  Somehow I am immune to the illness that has crippled my family.  I'm attributing fine brandy and a superb constitution to this miracle.

Other than huggles, I have prescribed plenty of water for them all.  Everybody knows water is the best cold medicine that ever was.  I also offered to rub some Vicks VapoRub into The Hildy's chest as a loving and supportive gesture but, for some reason, she spurned my assistance.  I expect it's her independent nature.

Maybe when she's feeling better...

Current mood: Big-Smiley


He ain't heavy

My brother was supposed to be visiting me this weekend with his girlfriend and my niece, Jessica.  Sadly he rang me from the A34 at 9pm to let me know that his car had broken down. It took him six hours to get back home to Milton Keynes which was sort of annoying for him.

So, plans to visit my mother's grave are on hold till another weekend presents itself.

I have instead spent my time constructively painting the kitchen and preparing it for some new kitchen tiles I intend to lay on the 1st February.  Also, if you look over here you'll be able to see all the fantastic fun that I've been having with technology.

Current mood: Tired


A day late

Some lovely people have suggested titles for future Thursday Thirteens.  I'm going to do them in the order I receive them and would be more than happy to receive suggestions for future entries

Suggested by the adorable Michelle:

• 13 things you love about your house;
• 13 things in the room that you are in right now;
• 13 things you would do if you suddenly won the lottery and;

13 childhood memories suggested by the fabulous Tracey.

And Mas suggested these:

• 13 things (that mean something) on your desk, (shelves or noticeboard/pinboard/wall/bag) ? (oh, that's similar to the 13 things in the room you're in which was suggested. Hmm)
• 13 decisions that changed your life?
• If money was no object, 13 places you would rather live.
• 13 things that keep you going when the world's against you.
• 13 (bad) things that the world always seems to throw at you.
• 13 truths you've learned.
• 13 secrets you've not told.
• 13 of the best gifts ever given or received by you.
• 13 people you would bring back from the dead and meet if that was something that could be done.
• 13 food or drink items we might not expect you to like, but you do.
• 13 hours in one day.
• 13 mistakes you regret and
• 13 mistakes you do not (regret)

Better get started then...

13 things I love about my house:

1. The people who live there.  My house is just a place to live.  It's my family that make it my home. 
2. My bedroom.  My favourite room in the house.  It's usually piled up with ironing or stuff that needs fixing but it has a big bed which is ideal for snuggling.
3. The value of it.  I know it's greedy but I'm making money just by living there.  Think of it as an investment for the future when the country can't support me in my old age.
4. The spiffing laminate flooring that I laid throughout each bedroom and the downstairs.
5. My book cases.  I have stacks of books despite regular donations to the local library and I have to store them somewhere.  Fortunately we've got these really old oak bookcases that are very useful for holding books up.
6. Having two loos.  Don't laugh.  There are six people who live in my house and queuing for the loo isn't fun.  Neither is having my "reading" interrupted by the plaintive wails of an eight year old announcing that they're "desperate".
7. The elephants that live under my stairs.  I have these ancient wooden elephants from Africa that live on a chest in the hall, under the stairs.  The Hildy has added an elephant tapestry to the wall for added effect and, when we don't pile junk up near it, it looks rathy good.
8. The back garden is small but it's good just to sit out there and relax sometimes.
9. The bounceoline is an 8 foot diameter blue trampoline that gets regular use by the kids and their friends and one or two "adults" who fancy a quick bounce.  Little Al christened it the bounceoline.
10. My L shaped living room is really treated as three rooms.  One for the computer and music, one for sitting and watching TV, and one for eating food and doing homework.
11. My two seater sofa is soft and warm and fits two full sized people, usually me and The Hildy, with one kid able to squeeze in between us for a huggle.
12. The clutter.  I know that clutter really bugs some people but it makes my house feel "lived in".  It's dynamic and you can usually find something interesting near the bottom of a pile of clutter when you tidy up.
13. The communal green that the back garden leads on to was placed there for everyone to make use of.  Only my kids make use of it so I've essentially got a giant lawn that someone else mows once a month.  I've even got a tree to climb.

Next week (if I remember) is Michelle's "13 things in the room that you are in right now".

Thanks.

Current mood: Big-Smiley


When I was your age, television was called books

I've had some visitors to my new blog over at WordPress already.

I'm definitely not leaving Platform 27 because you lot are the smashingest bunch of blogging chums a frog could have*.  The new blog is mainly about my Open University course which starts tomorrow and I wanted somewhere new to put it.  If you're a techie, a fellow student or you're just plain nosey then feel free to pop over and mock my poor coding and even poorer study regime.

For the ex-20sixers here (90% of us) there are a few other former playmates who've made a home on WordPress.  I'd like to find out who they are so I can look them up.  Being lazy I, of course, require someone else to do all the work for me.

Please and a thank you.

In other news, I've forgotten about Thursday Thirteen again.  Any suggestions for topics**.

*i.e. Give me stars
**Not the hazelnut filled chocolate bar

Current mood: Big-Smiley

Lazy blogging

A man walks into a drug store with his 8-year old son. They happen to walk by the condom display, and the boy asks, "What are these, Dad?"

To which the man matter-of-factly replies, "Those are called condoms, son....Men use them to have safe sex."

"Oh I see," replied the boys pensively. "Yes, I've heard of that in health class at school." He looks over the display and picks up a package of 3 and asks, "Why are there 3 in this package."

The dad replies, "Those are for high school boys. One for Friday, one for Saturday, and one for Sunday."

"Cool!" says the boy. He notices a 6 pack and asks, "Then who are these for?"

"Those are for college men." the dad answers, "TWO for Friday, TWO for Saturday, and TWO for Sunday.!"

"WOW! " exclaimed the boy, "then who uses THESE?" he asks, picking up a 12 pack.

 

With a sigh, the dad replied, "Those are for married men. One for January, one for February, one for March....................

Current mood: Big-Smiley


Eek

My firm is off to buy another firm in a vaguely related industry in order to expand.

Mr Frog here has been put in charge of evaluating their infrastructure.

While I am expecting money to fall from the sky to land at my feet as a result I am slightly concerned.  You see I really don't have a clue how to evaluate anything more complex than my own navel.  I've been faking this management lark for a while now and I'm scared that they're going to find out.

Any suggestions?  I'm hoping for a one page checklist entitled "How to evaluate a new business that you want to buy".

Current mood: Big-Smiley


Warning label

hoverFrog is poisonous! Induce vomitting if ingested.

N POISON

Username:

From Go-Quiz.com

Current mood: Dead

The much revered "So Bad it's Good" genre

I purchased this at the weekend.

I love crappy movies.  Especially crappy horror movies.

Generally the cheaper the production the more I enjoy it.

Plus this one has The Hoff in and that's always worth a laugh.

Slightly off topic ==> The Hoff's Blog

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In other news, Cake Worm had ear ache which kept us up providing much needed cuddles till 2:30 this morning.

Current mood: Exhausted


Cry 'havoc'

and let slip the dogs of war.

We went to see a house of Saturday.  5 bedrooms, not a bad area but miles from the shops, miles from the kids schools and it'll double my commute to work.  Its in our price range though and it's got enough room for all of the kids so we won't need to sell any of them for medical experiments.  Our current three bed house is just too dinky for four kids.  The girls are all crammed in one room and they are getting to the age where they need privacy and the ability to slam the door and scream "Leave me alone".

Anyway, we've decided to go for it.  It's another £50k on the mortgage which will no doubt shorten my life by another five years but I've worked for many years to afford it.  I also heard form advice a while ago about maximising your savings for retirement by having the biggest mortgage that you can afford throughout your working life.  I don't know if it's true but it sounds about right. Scary though.

In other news Snarly Beth has clearly inherited the pedantic gene from me.  I was convinced that "Cry 'havoc' , and let slip the dogs of war" was from the siege scene in Henry V but she told me that it was in fact from Julius Ceasar.  Proven wrong by an 11 year old. 

I hang my head in shame but I was really convinced of it as well.

Current mood: Sceptical


Pringles

The Hildy loves Pringles and I love gadgets. 

http://www.oreillynet.com/cs/weblog/view/wlg/448

Now we can combine the two.

I'm so excited I may do a jig.

Current mood: Big-Smiley

Volunteer

• I was tired and grumpy from a hard day at work
• The magic dinner fairy had failed utterly to prepare a delicious evening repast for me
• The house was a mess from my son and daughters who clutter the place up with "things". 
• I had been sent a very abrupt text message informing me that certain items were required from the shops and could I please collect them on the way home. 
• My train home was late
• My hair had been blown about so much that I looked like a particularly scruffy scarecrow
• My working day had been interesting but not fun.

These things all made me yearn for the comforts of my sofa and the snuggles of my lady love.

However, The Hildy, decided to discuss important issues with me last night.  She's on a contract with the council to provide local schools with parental support so that certain pupils have the help they need to attend school....basically she gets to kick crappy parents up the arse and help them with their problems so that they actually act like parents and take their kids to school.  Anyway, the contract ends in 18 months or so so she is planning her next move.

She's a smart cookie, my Hildy, not one who is prone to just going with the flow like yours truly.  She announced that she would be volunteering to help youths and teens in a local crisis centre for 6 hours a week.

Obviously I support her in her path of do goodery but I really don't understand how she can bare to be around people that much.  I can barely tolerate myself for most of the day.

Could you give up your free time to help others? Or, like me, do you just stare, slack jawed, at those who have this much charity in their hearts.

The Lotus Flower

All the heights of the high shores gleam 
   Red and gold at the sunset hour:
There comes the spell of a magic dream, 
   And the Harbour seems a lotus-flower;

A blue flower tinted at dawn with gold, 
   A broad flower blazing with light at noon,
A flower forever with charms to hold 
   His heart, who sees it by sun or moon.

Its beauty burns like a ceaseless fire, 
   And tower looks over the top of tower;
For all mute things it would seem, aspire 
   To catch a glimpse of the lotus-flower.

Men meet its beauty with furrowed face, 
   And straight the furrows are smoothed away;
They buy and sell in the market-place, 
   And languor leadens their blood all day.

At night they look on the flower, and lo! 
   The City passes with all its cares:
They dream no more in its azure glow, 
   Of gold and silver and stocks and shares.

The Lotus dreams 'neath the dreaming skies, 
   Its beauty touching with spell divine
The grey old town, till the old town lies 
   Like one half-drunk with a magic wine.

Star-loved, it breathes at the midnight hour 
   A sense of peace from its velvet mouth.
Though flowers be fair -- is there any flower 
  Like this blue flower of the radiant South?

Sun-loved and lit by the moon it yields 
   A challenge-glory or glow serene,
And men bethink them of jewelled shields, 
   A turquoise lighting a ground of green.

Fond lovers pacing beside it see 
   Not death and darkness, but life and light,
And dream no dream of the witchery 
   The Lotus sheds on the silent night.

Pale watchers weary of watching stars 
   That fall, and fall, and forever fall,
Tear-worn and troubled with many scars, 
   They seek the Lotus and end life's thrall.

The spirit spelled by the Lotus swoons, 
   Its beauty summons the artist mood;
And thus, perchance, in a thousand moons 
   Its spell shall work in our waiting blood.

Then souls shall shine with an old-time grace, 
   And sense be wrapped in a golden trance,
And art be crowned in the market-place 
   With Love and Beauty and fair Romance.

Roderic Quinn

Current mood: Sad


You wanna be in my gang?

I've just found out that a mate of mine, PAF, has joined mensa.

I've never been much of a "joiner" but PAF seems to join two or three different organisations every year.  He's been in various churches, fencing club, bowling teams, social clubs, OU organisations, everything.

Which are you though?

Joiner or Loner?

Current mood: Sceptical

According to Number 10 the Big Issues of the day are:

• Health
• Energy
• Africa
• Respect
• Pensions
• Education

Other Big Issues are:

• Climate Change
• International i.e Foreign Policy
• Queen's Speech
• Northern Ireland
• Welfare 

Without looking can anyone guess what the government and opposition policies are for these topics?  Does anyone think that they differ?

Current mood: Sceptical

Hi Fidelity

Continuing on from my last entry in "This I believe" I reach the point where I feel compelled to state my beliefs on fidelity.

Having a belief in personal responsibility I find it incredibly difficult to believe people who state that they stray in a relationship through lust or seduction by a third party.  If you go off with someone it is because you want to, if you don't want to then it's not sex.  It's rape.  Anything else is just an excuse.

I'm not saying that having sex with more than one person at a time is a bad thing.  Consecutively or concurrently.  I am saying that doing so without the approval of your partner is bound to cause ill feelings between you.  At the very least it displays an immaturity and distinct lack of control in the person being unfaithful and at best it is a total lack of regard for the feelings of your partner.

Note that it is not the act of sex that wrong here but the betrayal of trust.

In any relationship we form a set of expected behaviours of your partner.  As a relationship progresses a person is able to further understand the motivation behind certain behaviour and to refine their understanding of it.  Most relationships are formed of two partners who each desire a monogamous relationship.  There are those who do not adhere to this expected norm and who live quite happy lives as a result but most relationships are expected to be monogamous.

A person forms a relationship with the best available partner that they can expect to get.  One that conforms to their own criteria as to what constitutes the perfect mate.  Necessity naturally refine these criteria.  i.e. if I desire only buxom blond women and I live in a place where available partners are flat chested red heads then I will find myself single.  An undesirable condition for someone seeking a mate.  In the end we all settle for the best person that we think we can get. 

It is therefore perfectly natural to continue to look for better options while in a relationship.  Everybody does it and if you don't then you must be perfectly satisfied with your current partner.  So, the supermodel who marries a pop star is happy in her situation and the beaten wife sincerely believes that they have no other option available to them.  Right or wrong this is what I believe is the case.

I am fortunate to be in a relationship where I have little or no desire to abandon my current partner and seek another or to risk losing my current partner by pursuing another.  For me the benefits of remaining within my current relationship outweigh any possible gains of finding someone else.  Good company and witty conversation, semi-regular sex, intellectual stimulation, family support, financial stability, etc are all available to me and beat the prospect of a new sexual partner.

I would hope that The Hildy feels the same.

Here is the crux of the fidelity issue though:  If either The Hildy or I decided to take on another sexual partner it would not be this event that would cause the pain.  Rather it would be the betrayal of trust that we had invested in each other.  The deceit would cause me to question whether or not my partner was the best one available to suit me.

Personally I don't have an issue with sleeping with other people.  I've been in relationships where it has been acceptable for either partner to do this, I've been the third person a few times and the one left behind.  It has only ever been a problem when it is under handed and deceitful.

People get so hung up on infidelity when they should be getting hung up on the betrayal of trust.  What I'm trying to say is that I have no right to tell someone else who they should or shouldn't have sex with.  I have expectations not to be lied to and for my opinion to be heard and would hope that my partner respects me enough to be honest with me as I would them.

This I believe, but I know a lot of people don't.  What is your opinion?

Current mood: Big-Smiley


Personal Responsibility

I have a pretty basic belief system.  Tangibles are easier to believe in than the insubstantial that seem to preoccupy many people.  Rather than list the many things that I don't believe in (horoscopes, the man in the moon, transparent government, etc), it is much simpler to explain the things that I do believe in.

I believe that my thoughts control my voluntary actions and that my thoughts are determined by the situation, my past experience and genetically inherited natural abilities. I have no power to control the thoughts or actions of others and so cannot accept responsibility for anyone else's actions.  I can influence others with my behaviour but I cannot control them...not till I get my mind control ray perfected anyway.  Similarly I cannot be controlled by others.

Putting aside the concept of some kind of divine puppet master controlling our actions as unworkable* this means that I am entirely responsible for my own actions.  In fact, each one of us is entirely responsible for our own actions.  We are not responsible for the actions of anyone else.  This absolves me of an awful lot of potential guilt but it does mean that anything that goes wrong as a result of my actions or inaction is my fault and I can't escape from that.

Smart cookies may notice that I make no mention of various diseases both mental and physical that can effect the way we behave.  I'm sorry but a person suffering from depression is still a person who should be responsible for their actions, treating them otherwise is to take away their individuality and consign them to a box marked "Reject".  This is both unkind and unnecessary.  Of course, we should try to help people suffering from illnesses.  An illness can strike down anyone at any time, so we should treat sufferers as we would want to be treated ourselves.  I would want someone to help me to recover, not to help me to remain in a state where I wallow in misery.

Some of you may be aware that I hold to the tenets of determinism.  Briefly this means that I believe that a person cannot react to a situation other than by drawing on past experience or natural physical and mental resources that were provided when the DNA of their parents were combined.  This may strike some people as a way to excuse certain actions.  If a person is limited in scope as to their responses to situations by physical ability or lack of experience then how can they have free will?  An abused child who grows up to abuse others is simple reacting to the circumstances put upon them.  A lesser form of free will is therefore required to explain how some people take terrible experiences and turn them around to become positive things.  You've no doubt heard it said that "If God gives you lemons, make lemonade." and this is a soundbite that laughingly forms the cornerstone of my personal philosophy to life.

As I have no control over others I cannot make any steps to improve other people or harm other people except in the small ways that they allow me to.  If I call you stupid you can become upset and withdraw, you can react by returning an insult, you can ignore my comment as blatantly false or you can take any number of actions within your own ability to perform.  Your reaction is within your control as mine reaction is within my own.  Following this train of thought (choo choo) I can only take steps to improve or harm myself.  In fact, I can only take steps to improve or harm myself.  While harming myself is a perfectly valid option it would be insane to actually do so which leaves me with a single option.  I must live my life by taking steps to improve myself as a person.

*The religious reader will hopefully agree that their own god, goddess or pantheon do not control their actions.  The irreligious will no doubt discount the existence of any such controlling force.

Current mood: Sort of intense


Music

Since I got my iPod for Christmas I've been listening to music rather a lot.  Music always seems to be able to evoke emotions in me much stronger than other art forms yet listening remains a passive activity (oxymoron?).  I like to listen to music when I'm doing stuff.  All kinds of stuff.

The next thirteen random songs from my iPod:

1. The Real Thing - Gwen Stefani
2. Blockheads - Ian Dury & the Blockheads
3. Misty Morning, Albert Bridge - The Pogues
4. The Unknown Soldier - The Doors
5. I Was Hoping - Alanis Morisette
6. The Jean Genie - David Bowie
7. I Got You Babe - The Pretenders
8. Straighten Out - Stranglers
9. Going Underground - The Jam
10. Deadbea Club - The B52s
11. Victory (Mike Batt Mix) - Bond
12. E5150 - Black Sabbath
13. Gouge Away - Pixies

Phil Lynott died 21 years ago today, at the age of 36.

Currently playing: Duh!
Current mood: Dead


Surprisingly addictive

Quickly! Go here.

Don't stop to read the rest of this entry.  Just go.  Click the link like you've never clicked before.

Then come back and leave me money or stars or at least something shiny for me to nudge with my flipper.

Please and thank you once again.

Currently playing: Numberwang
Current mood: Utterly demented

Bah!

I'm still running on "Christmas Holiday" time which is 10am or 11am slow wake up with coffee followed by lounging in my dressing gown till noon.  Also a 2am or 3am sleep after drinking and eating too much and playing on my new X-Box 360 or iPod.  Therefore getting up at 6am to go to work feels as if I've only had 3 hours sleep.  Possibly because I have.

If anyone could arrange for several million pounds to find its way into my bank account so I can give up this work malarkey I'd be ever so grateful.  I'd buy you a cake.  Please and thank you.

On an entirely unrelated note I seem to have no tolerance for the human race today.  Especially our so called leaders in the western world who strike me as corrupt and complicit in numerous crimes.  They deserve to be punished and should not be in power.  The opposition is also wrong for not explicitly exposing these crimes and seeking to bring those responsible to trial.  I am talking specifically about the many detention areas dotted throughout the world where torture is routinely performed on prisoners. 

A tiny percentage of the world's population claims the largest percentage of its resources.  Two thirds of the earth's resources have been used up and our 'civilization' spends its time fighting over what's left.

Frankly the whole thing sickens me.

And....end rant.  Well that was unexpected.  I must be in a worse mood than I thought.  Early night for me I think.

Current mood: Dead


World's Oldest Blogger

Apparently Allan Lööf at age 94 is the world's oldest blogger.

The World's youngest blogger can be found simply by going to myspace and selecting someone at random.

Who is the World's Tallest Blogger? How about shortest? Sexiest?  Blogger with the highest IQ?

Obviously cleverest and sexiest are here on P27 but who are they?  I think a trophy should be made and prominently displayed on their blog.

Please make it so. number 1.

Currently playing: The last track I listened to was Skunk Anansi's Selling Jesus. It was on my new
Current mood: "Curiouser and curiouser", said Alice

Death List 2007

It has become something of a tradition for me to create a death list in the new year.  A death list is simply a list of celebrities who I think will die or hope will die this year.  It's just a bit of fun so don't go giving me that look.

1. Nancy Reagan - Former First Lady.  America needs a state funeral, they haven't had one for a while.  Peaceful death in her sleep.
2. Prince Phillip - Crotchety old racist.  Dammit, we Brits need a state funeral as well.  Heart attack at the Opera.
3. Sylvester Stallone - Only 60 but he needs to go before he makes another action movie.  Dies on set making Rambo IV.
4. Ernest Borgnine - Frankly I'm surprised this guy is still hanging on.  If he dies we're guaranteed a rerun of such classics as "The Dirty Dozen", "The Wild Bunch" and, "The Poseidon Adventure".  I predict he dies in bed.
5. Les Paul - Maker of fine guitars but sales have been slow recently.  Another peaceful death.
6. Clive Dunn - Dad's Army favourite.  Dies on the way back from the shops.
7. Michael Jackson - An innocent man (according to the American Courts) but I predict a suicide in 2007.
8. Claire Rayner - Agony Aunt, I say she'll have a stroke.
9. Albert Hofmann - father of LSD.  At 101 he is the oldest person on this list.  I'm guessing death by elephants.
10. Jackie Chan - Only 52 this year but a body can only take so much damage before it gives up.

I know it's tasteless but I'd love to see your lists.

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