...MySpace continues to blow.
Stop trying to hotlink to my pictures you miserable braindead floptarts, that's my wiener pix. You know it is.
Hotlink to it and you'll end up with the same "You sucking giant cock" pix as everyone else who has ever tried to hotlink it. I may be a wiener, but I'm vindictive.



On a related note, my mood is "sorta-upbeat" with undertones of "disappointment" and an element of "dismal dismay".

meh.

...blows. It just blows, moist chunks, revolting wet gobs- the whole mess is awkward, the interface is opaque, you gotta dig thru five pages just to find wherever the hell it is that you wanted to waste time writing something pointless like this. I know, its a MySpace business strategy, page-views are key for advert dollars into Rupert's pocket, but what puzzles me is why anyone willingly puts up with this nonsense? Seriously, are we all Arctic Monkeys and porn stars? I think not.

Thanks for the cheese.

Still nothing new.

I haven't written anything here lately.

From the Economist

"[Researchers from] the Broad Institute of Harvard and the Massachusetts Institute of Technology ... found that it took at least hundreds of thousands of years and, perhaps, 4m years for human and chimpanzee ancestors to stop interbreeding after they began to be differentiated. Humans and chimpanzees were interbreeding for all this time, before finally separating no more than 6.3m years ago and probably less than 5.4m years ago. This is more recent than was thought. Moreover, the argument that the two species were interbreeding over such a long time is, to say the least, controversial."

It might, however, explain the current US administration.


I think Im so educated and Im so civilized
cos Im a strict vegetarian
But with the over-population and inflation and starvation
And the crazy politicians
I dont feel safe in this world no more
I dont want to die in a nuclear war
I want to sail away to a distant shore and make like an ape man

- Kinks

People treat you differently when you are holding a baby.
Especially in strip clubs.

Still not raining. I wonder if it will rain. Not that we need rain, but it would keep the dust down. Although dust has its place.

Another dreary morn, the sun refusing once again to drool thru the grey overcast, it is days like this that make our spirits soar and our stomachs grumble. My thoughts turn to donuts. I wonder what's on television.