Not So Usual (a comment)

So you thought you could stop people commenting on your blog by making your comments closed? You were wrong. Imagine my dissapointment when I went to comment and realised I couldn't. Mind you I only wanted to comment on the fact that the comments were closed, as I was asleep until the bit where you started talking about some guy called John wishing he was called Fiona.

However, the desire to comment on your website has given me the motivation to use hyperlinks on my blogger blog, an action I had been avoiding until now. I once knocked over a hyperlink in my rush to avoid the toilet, and the guilt had kept me clear of them till now. I might even get around to doing it properly on my serious blog. It needs a bit of work right enough, but I've been avoiding work. It tripped me up on my way over to sure-ality, and I've been on uncertain terms with it ever since. I'm actually trying to hunt it right now, and once I get it I'll grab Zoomtard and we'll make serious blogging sexy. yeah.

And guess what? You won't believe me, but I've actually found a friend's blog type thing that doesn't need an excuse to exist. The usual excuse goes something like, "eh, well, my friends like me and they read it.", or "it's funny" as if humour was ever IMPORTANT, or "I get to express my views. I also have an excuse for why my views are important, if you want to see. Because they are Christian. Yeah, I've got an excuse for Christianity here somewhere too. I've expressed it on my website, which I've got an excuse for.". Only a computer nerd would come up with a recursive excuse. pah. Only a Stigmund or a Liam would tell me that they don't need an excuse because the fact that they know that their website is great is enough. And then say, "enough" again, like an order to me. Is it a coincidence that the link for liam is invalid? I think not. Anyway, the worth of this girl's website is obvious. A picture tells a thousand words. Mind you I've always wondered which thousand words it tells. Are they random words, or is their worth intrinsic to how they are linked together? And what is the unit of a words worth? How many words did he write? How many drawings did lia-fail draw? The answer to this question may reveal Wordsworth's worth, relative to lia-fail's. hmm. deep questions.

Deep answers.

And don't ever ask me about parties again, Stigmund. Not after what you said the other day, bless you. No! I said blast you! Get your ears checked if you can't tell the difference between, "blast" and, "bless". For all the tea in China!

Actually...

Anyone got any change for the bus? I'm too tired to walk. Cool, maybe someone has 5c. Cheers, alright, seeyez soon.

No, actually I'll hang around for a while.

Ever feel like no matter what you do you'll bee aa a chocolate coated marshmallow? What? Sorry, I got distracted by a chocolate coated marshmallow. No, come back here! No! You can't leave me to go make a chocolate coated marshmallow. Come back! I am much more fulfilling. They're pretty good though, aren't they. You know you want one. Ah they've gone. It's just me and the lads now.

What I was saying is, women, right? They're, . Ah, no marshmallows in the cupboard? No chocolate. Ah well. There goes the topic for this blog. Too many women around. Speaking of topics, they aren't the best thing since sliced bread are they? I only eat them when there's no other Cadbury's Heroes left.

The thing about women is that the only time they can comfortably resist chocolate is when they think boys are going to talk about them while they are eating it. No, apparently that's not true anymore. That got them going. They wouldn't like us guys to think they cared about what we were talking about, would they? So actually, what were we talking about? I don't think it was about women at all was it?

The trouble with being tired is that random thoughts come much more easily and then you follow this train of thought that doesn't lead to where you wanted it to go. Ever feel like no matter what you do you'll be bored? When you feel like that, it means you are too tired and should go to sleep. That's where I wanted to go with this blog. That's why I didn't go to my wife and I didn't come back here to say anything to you.

'Night.

Marriage was better than blogging for a while.

Then it got boring. Ho hum.

So I'm back :)

So, any news?

Pffff. I think I'll go back to my wife.