Dead blog

Pinklefish is dead. This blog is all that remains.

Considering bringing Pinklefish back from the dead, but I can’t remember why I killed her in the first place…

It might all come back to me once I’ve revivivivivified her. It might be too late by then of course. Hm.

Edit:

I remembered why! But it doesn’t matter. It was a silly reason to kill Pinkle, so Pinkle shall live.

I say that but I’ll probably not be able to think of anything to post. It might all change from ‘vaguely humourous whimsy’ to ‘ten page long rants’ but I’ll try to not let that happen.

Jade’s new hat

BBC home page right now

Point?

Hello

I am a bit drunk, and very pissed off and miserable and I am considering deleting this blog in a fit of pique. Not really a fit as such though, I’ve been thinking of doing it for ages. I don’t need a blog really. I self-censor too much. I post the stupid little things that won’t bring judgement upon me. It’s no wonder I only get hits from people googleing for “urine fun” and “ugliest dog”. Not that me rambling on for pages about what I think of the world would get any more hits. What do I have of interest to others to write about. Being miserable and neurotic. Lots of people are that, and I don’t read their blogs.

Oh well. It’s Sunday night, tomorrow’s Monday, it’s the traditional time for losing the will to live. Here’s a picture in lieu of anything interesting:

Clean

I think they put something in Clean and Clear cleansing lotion to make the cotton wool turn black after you clean your face with it. Because I’m sure my face isn’t that dirty. I’ve stopped using it now, it scares me.

Mystery cables

I am having a clear out. I found some cables. I managed to bring myself to chuck some of them out, it was very difficult though. I already have a shoebox full of ones I can’t get rid of.

Anyway, I’ve found two that look useful. I have no idea what they are for though. Can you help?

Mystery cable 1:

Mystery cable 2:

Buy ugly fat people

Gmail targeted adverts are getting a bit personal.

Ironically, you can’t buy ugly fat people on eBay, I checked.

Blue

Foot shock

I just did that thing where you step down off a stair and you land funny and it hurts your entire foot and most of your leg, and you can’t explain to those watching you hop and swear what you actually did. It’s similar to that cricking your neck thing but there’s no name for it. Cricking your foot?

All I can say is OUCH.

By the way my tiny band of bloglines subscribers might not be seeing any of this, because bloglines seems to not be showing my new posts. Very upsetting.

That’s not passive-showoffism, incidentally. It really is a very tiny band and I posted that not to show off but to get anyone who did get an update on bloglines to comment and let me know it’s working at least for them.

Welcome to the new location!

I’ve moved somewhere nice.