Hmmm...

I'm currently writing another silly pome on the strength that I enjoyed writing the ballad of Eric the half a bee. It seems to be turning into something of a monster and I'm starting to wonder if there's a market for epic, comic, children's fantasy poetry. For some reason it seems to turn out better than my prose (to my eyes anyway).

Eric was actually the first poem I've sat down and written seriously in about 10 years, so I was surprised that anybody else both read and enjoyed it. For myself I was just glad that it rhymed and had a beginning, a middle and an end. Most of the stuff I write ends up with a beginning, a very well developed end and an extremely sketchy middle.

I'm going to finish this one over the next few days (possibly weeks, it depends how carried away I get) and plonk it up here for the sole reason that poetry seems a little pointless if the author is the only one to read it. Don't feel obliged or anything.

Right, time for work. *sigh*

Spam

Just got an email from someone attempting to sell me "lip plumper". Now, even if I was a woman, and therefore susceptible to this kind of thing, why would I want a product whose stated purpose is to give me big ass, dinghy lips? I have two words for these people: Lesley Ash. The poor woman looks like a Tweenie. Let it lie! As a bloke I happen to like thin lips, pale skin, dark, straight hair and pretty much all the other things that modern women seem to want to avoid. On this evidence, Darwin has to be conspiring against one of us (admittedly it's probably me, that bastard's always had it in for me).

Quick show of hands, who here wants fat-ass lips? Really?

Gr4MMAR M4$73R!!

[take the test] - [by krystaljungle.com]

Mornington Crescent

It has come to my attention that there is still at least one branch of arcane knowledge of which the merest fundamentals completely escape me. How the hell do you play Mornington Crescent?

I'd just like to make it clear...

...that I have now sussed the rules of Mornington Crescent, as random_c will verify. I am now a much more knowledgable, if slightly more disillusioned, person. Don't ask me to define how one becomes "in spoon" or what the Tumblety rules are though.

Minesweeper

I've just spent the best part of an hour discovering how much I suck at this game. Still, beats working.

Exercise

While I was at work today, learning the finer points of Mornington Crescent strategy, some nice people delivered my gym thing. I've just put it together and given it a go. Now, I'm aware that years of neglect and abuse are bound to have some detrimental effects on a body, but I have to admit I wasn't at all prepared for the almost total lack of co-operation it demonstrated. It appears I'm frighteningly unfit. It's not that I'm incapable of doing the exercises, it's that I seem to have a certain amount of trouble repeating them. This is something I'm going to have to work on. :(