Blog

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Y'know things that are all the rage? Blogs. Everyone has one; or at least had one before Facebook, Twitter and Google+ diluted the realtime pool.

Since I'm nu-old skool — and watching endless streams of people validate their own self-importance has me reaching for the Glock — I figured why not make a blog? The main difference here compared with other people's blogs is that instead of being limited to one topic, you get a little slice of everything all mashed up. I'm too good to be tweeting.

N.B. The views expressed herein are not my own: they have been carefully shaped by a barrage of mainstream media propaganda and fill-in-the-blanks guesswork. Also, I'm prone to lying for the sake of entertainment.

  • Are we really saving time?

    · 881 words (laps up about 4 mins)

    Daylight bloody savings time is upon us once more. That weird tradition where we alter the clocks in order to… well, what the heck do we do it for?

  • Five on Politically Correct island

    [2 comments] · 958 words (eats up about 5 mins)

    What do you get when you cross an old book with idealists from a modern world, hell-bent on not offending anyone for fear of litigation? A damn mess.

  • Learning the drill

    · 1077 words (laps up about 5 mins)

    I admit I suck at DIY. But it’s not through lack of trying, it’s lack of training. And sometimes a serious lack of common sense.

  • The Hurt Locket

    · 256 words (kills about 2 mins)

    Coughs, colds, sneezes, sore throats. Lucky for us we have lozenges like Lockets to soothe our throats and unblock our noses. But what kind of alien substance is the wrapper made of?

  • Online illiteracy is rife

    · 902 words (munches about 5 mins)

    I thought it was a simple question: “Why do you never forget how to ride a bike?” Yahoo Answers cropped up as the top result. I should have known better, but I clicked it.

  • Naming today's musical period

    · 909 words (sucks up about 5 mins)

    I’ve often wondered what future civilisations will call this current era of music. My music teacher always opined it would be labelled “modern”, or “rubbish”, but maybe there’s more to it than that.