after many days of marking and bar work, damn that world cup, I have finally put up some mad blogs at

The Life And Times of Jimmny Homunculus

 

enjoy, if that is at all possible

 

lorcs

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Sure I knew it was meant to be good, you know what it's like when too many people tell you you have to watch something and you go fuck that, but I've finally given into Lost, read my dreary post about liking a TV show here I normally stick with Vic and Bob cos I love it and The Prisonerand Firefly because they had a finite span, I'm weary of shows with a mystery concept that keep yanking our chains by prolonging stuff until everything sucks, but I put up some purty pictures as well to quell the readers pain.

My friend Jono has a good post on some sunny D sludge spewing everywhere, we live in the same house too, and he said, you better not be blogging about this lorcs, I went no (inbetween bouts of Splinter Cell ), I don't talk about the real world or news stories in my blogs, just,  as he rightly pointed out, my bizarre fantasies  and, as I would add, my own fears about how I may turn out in the future I'm just fearing the mullet, obviously if I was 37 like this guy and ended up with a 24-year-old sword-weilding laydee I'd be pretty pleased.

lorcs

This pertains to a blog post at The Life and Times of Jimmny Jimmny Homunculus about  pornographic thoughts being actually beamed into my noggin instead of the other way around, which is normally the case.

When I write these blogs, probably because my 'puter crashes so many times when I try to do loads of blog madness on bloggler. Have just been scanning lots of time-wasting tomfoolerly to put up on The Life and Times of Jimmny Homunculus. It was fun for me to write, it may be almost bareable for yous to read, take heart there's purty picturrs on it

Howdy doody folks,

Just updated The Life and Times of Jimmny Homunculusdid some stuff on geeky podcasts I like. Hitting that 'Saturday Night Wall' where I realize the horrors of Sunday are in the post, the day where all the filing and cv writing and self-sorting out occurs, either that or lying in bed with a laptop, porn and a glum face of tear-stained ennui, it's a 50/50 option. For now though it's 'sleep when I'm dead red wine and rollies style head-festival' I normally only go to bed when puppets explaining things appear on TV, I'd best go down and check, how many hours of xbox can I get in before sensible people get up and look at me in disgust as I gurgle in an armchair covered in bits of biscuits?

Nearly five am it is, I should really get to bed, but insomnia and PhDs seem to go hand in hand. After updating my other blog feel the need to start this one. Will there be any difference between the blogs! In Jimmny Homunculus I occasionally project a depraved geekish image, here you may get the truth, which is, unfortunately geekish and depraved. Today I watched Stargate SG-1, Star Trek Enterprise on T4 and watched poor Joss Whedon being tortured by the young host as she assumed he'd be a fan of these long running and mostly dull shows when Firefly got cancelled. Went to see Good Night, and Good Luck, watched the last 38 of the 100 funniest moments and spent the last few hours filing articles about Batman and Superman. Currently listening to a podcast about golden age superheroes, and despite it being 5am I am contemplating going down to play some more Half-Life 2! Geekish so far, my dairy, I'll work on the depraved bits.