Thar be a cold wind blowin' off the sheep, cap'nnnnn....

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Woooo, would you look at all those days! Why does it take me so long for me to get around to doing another one of these things when I really quite enjoy them? I really do need someone standing around me with a whip, dressed up like a demon, whose sole responsibility is to whip me every day until I post a blog.
Any volenteers? Oh, come on, I bet it would be really... neat.

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But then can you imagine how many whipping demons I would need to get all the tings I need done around the place? We would have the laundry whipping demon, the dishes whipping demon, the whipping demon of eating, the whipping demon of eating right, the twin whipping demons of waking up and of going to sleep, whipping demons dedicated to me walking places, getting to places on time, advioding certain places, remembering about certain places and remembering to forget about other places. And of course, the Meta-whipping-demon dedicated to whipping all the other demons.
Honestly, I just cannot afford all that demon food. I have trouble enough feeding the two or three demons I actually do have... and have you seen the price of whips lately? Lets just say we can be glad cheese is edible and whips are not.

I think whips would taste good.

You know what else tastes good? The idiots on the internet. Now, as we all know, I don't beleive in the internet which makes the fact that I am posting here until you recall the fact that I am a quantum blogger. Anyway, I was not on the internet at this parcticular time, which was just after a rather interesting discussion about the universal nature of music at the school I am currently practicing my craft at (yes, I am doing the teaching experiance thing at the moment, which is why, to all of you who were wondering, why I haven't been out and about lately, and nor have I been too pleased when people have rung or texted with demands of my company in the next ten minutes. more on this rant later in the program) and one of my students got on the internet and looked at a forum which had threads with names like "Creationallism vs. Evolution".
Now, I am sorry Bruce of the Endless Talking Tounge, but no matter how "powerful" a "tool" "ICT" has become, a debate that has been raging for many many many many years is not about to be decided by people of questionable intellegence and arguments like "I prayed and it came tru so the GOD IS RIGHT I"S RIGHT YOU WRONG" or "Science knows all and found none of your god in our genetic code". Also, as has also been noted and should be the topic of someones thesis in the near future, is that distressing phenomenon usually known as: even normally intelegent people become personally insulted by all mindless drivel and sink to the lowest common, maggotesque, denominator.

I propose a new meaning for the acronym "ICT": "I've contracted tourettes"

In other news, today I took the night off work because these 18 hour days are killing me. God on high I hate doing school all day (which on it's own is great, by the way) and then having to sit around and listen to the droning tedium of the washing machines for 4 hours. And its not perfect tedium either, not purgatory or limbo tedium, more an outer circle of hell tedium, where absolutely nothing happens until the moment just after you have stopped waitng and resigned yourself to the fact that nothing will happen. And there's no use telling yourself not to be tricked becasue they know that trick and as soon as you are used to the tedium BAMN! Something happens! But it is a tedious kind of happening, something that isn't all that exciting, something that later on during a lull in the conversation you will suddenly remember and declaim hopefully as a topic of conversation amongst you peers (who you hold in high esteem) but as soon as the words are out of your mouth you realise that you have already talked about this event and that it wasn't a very interesting topic even then. Your words fall into the pit that the conversation has become and make it, somehow, deeper.

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And that will do for now, I think. I have decided I am going to build up a varied collection of cheap wine. I have six bottles so far.

Catch you on the side that flips.