Any sufficiently advanced incompetence is indistinguishable from malice. I keep telling people the guvvinmint is evil, now I can quote the interwebs to prove it.

I get up in the evening
and I ain’t got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain’t nothing but tired
Man I’m just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help

Some jokes are just always funny. Like the one where you go down the stairs, everyone else takes the lift, and you push the buttons on the subsequent floors. Hilarious. Every damned time. (cf lolcat.)

Message keeps getting clearer
Radio’s on and I’m moving ‘round the place
I check my look in the mirror
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
Man I ain’t getting nowhere
I’m just living in a dump like this
There’s something happening somewhere
Baby I just know that there is

I still amn’t well, in fact, it has gotten to the stage where I may almost go to the doctor. But sure why don’t I give it another week or so. Come off the coffee, back on the (decent) tea, see if that helps. Hellllooooo, nurse.

You sit around getting older
There’s a joke here somewhere and it’s on me
I’ll shake this world off my shoulders
Come on baby this laugh’s on me

I shall, in the future, being buying Caitlin’s tipple of choice from the Total Garage in this picture as they sell Fisherman’s Friends. (later in the week update Then again, perhaps not. It seems very thin petroleum fluid, as it hasn’t lasted as long as it should. Or does from t’other garage with the chick with the exceptionally long and painted nails.)

I shall, in the future, not get the raving lunatic (according to some) to write my weblawing posts.

Stay on the streets of this town
and they’ll be carving you up alright
They say you gotta stay hungry
hey baby I’m just about starving tonight
I’m dying for some action
I’m sick of sitting ‘round here trying to write this book
I need a love reaction
Come on now baby gimme just one look

I don’t know if he made this up, but it did chuff me. The conversation went like this:

dude: yadayada used to work at DeathStar myself yadayada 0
djr: O rlry? Do you know the old Stray Taoist?
dude: No, but I know of Stray Toaster. You know, the perl guru. 1

0None of the cabal remember him. Perhaps the old DeathStar is like the first Velvet Underground gig, where there was a capacity of twelve yet a bazillion people claimed to have been there.
1As if. And I wish.

You can’t start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark

You know if you need to read docs? (And the odd time I do.) I find it best to slap on the old bins and get Abby to croon some Tangerine Dream into your ear. Phaedra is soaring in my lobes RIGHT NOW. As I type. Maybe not right now as when it is read.

How I wish I could calculate pi = 3.141592 Now that is an acronym.

Even if we’re just dancing in the dark
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark


Hey baby

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