Wednesday, 29 October 2003 - 2:36 PM GMT

Yeah, there's no reason to be miserable. Get up, get out, enjoy some food, perhaps find an elderly person and mug them. This always makes me feel better, especially if you can actually grab the dentures from their mouth in one swift move. YOu have to be quick, just because they're old doesnt' make them weak, unless you go after the walkers and iron lungers. Some of the codgers have army training, so you have to be extra careful.

Wednesday, 29 October 2003 - 2:43 PM GMT

I once had to live in a retirement suburb near Blackpool for a summer. I could bonk all night, but during the days, there was nothing to do but hide round corners, wait for a car to chug up at a crazy speed of 5mph, then jump out towards the intersection. Ooooh me 'eart! Hilarious.

Wednesday, 29 October 2003 - 7:22 PM GMT

officially, I'd like to state that I will visit you again, spesh if you live somewhere pikey.

Wednesday, 29 October 2003 - 7:39 PM GMT

How come that comment looks suspiciously like "join usssssssss"?

Thursday, 30 October 2003 - 11:30 AM GMT

Don't let all these cheerful happy people who all live a safe distance away from your uncontrolled effluvia and exploding veins syndrome fool you. There is EVERY reason to be miserable. To be happy is to wallow in delusion, to force yourself to ignore all your fellow humans living and dying in horrible pain and indignity every minute of every day, to blissfully refuse to even consider all the things you have no control over that could come pinwheeling through your transom at any given second and completely ruin, if not simply end, your mortal existence in a heartbeat.

The world sucks. People are, for the most part, @#%$!. The only real compensation for any of this is the thought that eventually all of them will die and most likely none of them will want to, but unfortunately, that applies to me and you, too.

Anyway, I'm lying. Real happiness and/or enlightenment and/or wisdom does not lie in ignoring all that horrible crap that goes on around us all the time. It lies in realizing and acknowledging it, and then embracing the knowledge that however horribly bad our lives may seem to us at any given moment, there are other folks out there who have it much, much worse. Rejoice, rejoice, in the gifts of the Lord, etc, etc.

That's all I've got. However, my blog address is above if you'd like to drop by sometime for more of this repellently pseudo-cynical horseshit. I crank this crap out all the time.

Say, did you see 28 DAYS AFTER? I enjoyed watching it but by the end I though it was garbage. Give me DAWN OF THE DEAD any time.

Thursday, 30 October 2003 - 11:57 AM GMT

Ooooh, but I don't believe in the Lord.

Which reminds me of my favourite Alan Partridge joke: radio phone -in topic - which is the best Lord? Lord of the Dance, the Rings or the Flies?

I voted Beelzebub, personally, although I think the presence of potential matured bacon products affected my choice.

Of course I've been reading your blog. In fact, in the invisible, broken sidebar of mine is a link. But you wouldn't know that, because it's both invisible and broken. Good job you're not a stranger to Blind Faith, eh? ;-)

PS It's 28 Days LATER, and the opening sequence in London is the best bit. "The End is Extremely Facking Nigh" and all that. I loved it. You're right, the last bit sucked the big one, though.

Thursday, 30 October 2003 - 12:32 PM GMT

A pikey commune? What a fabby idea :-)

Thursday, 30 October 2003 - 1:31 PM GMT

Yeah, I saw the link, when you had a link bar, and that's why I linked you. I'm big on the social contract thingie.

I will get the name of well-starting, poorly finishing British non-fulking zombie movies (and I hate the way your comments edits my vulgarity) wrong if I want to, luv.

There is a new entry and a new cartoon on my blog. The new entry is godawful rambling boring bullshit mostly about my roleplaying campaign, but the new cartoon may or may not make you smile, briefly, before the existential horror that is life sends you hurtling once more into the depths of despair.

I enjoy talking to someone who is smarter and wittier than I am. Thank you for that.