Ahh the joys. 45 minutes to go and the usual silly things start flying round email..
Month: <span>January 2003</span>
May the fleas of a thousand Afghan camels infest the crotch of the person who fucks up ur day, and may their arms be too short to scratch.
Yes, I’m having a bad day.
Stuck for words
Do you ever start writing something for your blog then stop and delete it, only to start again… repeating the process ad infinitum (or at least it feels that way).
Well, grab some inspiration from THE TOPICS BLOG.
If none of the topics suggested spark some creativity I’ll eat my hat!*
* Disclaimer: Figure of speech, not likely to happen.
Whilst I remember, for anyone who is worried about the amount of time I spend in front of the computer (yes Mum I mean you), and in particular the recent news about possibly developing
DVT whilst sitting at my computer, fear not.
My name is Gordon, and I am a fidget. Ain’t no way I’m sitting still for 18 hours.
Unrelated: http://www.fidget.co.uk – WTF?
I knew I should’ve stayed up to watch it this year, but I didn’t and so I missed this Superbowl photo.
Which admittedly isn’t particularly sport related.. so… ahem… moving on..
Pinky pointed out some hosting alternatives for me that would allow me to shift over to Moveable Type. I’m really not that keen to leave Blogger, it has been a good friend over the past 3 years or so but maybe it’s time to call things quits. Especially now that I understand the whole trackback thing a bit better (thanks Tom). The timing of all this couldn’t be better as I’m in re-design mode at the moment. Mind you I have just altered the redirect (snowgoon.co.uk) so will need to check there are no costs associated with shifting that again.. hmmm some pondering is required.
Wait, hang on…
I think… yes, definitely… can feel my face again!!! God I’m starving. Time for some Google cooking methinks…
DJ is 10
Go say Happy Birthday.
It’s odd, never met him, nor his Mum, but having read about him for the last coupla years it seems right to celebrate a little. Not a lot, it’s not like I think I’m a member of the family or anything, hell I rarely comment over there, but that’s the joy of the inter-web ain’t it. Connections. Virtual. Emotional. Connection.
Now.. where did I leave my cynicism…