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Sunday 5 September 2010

Blogging Fatigue.

No, not me.

I’m saddened that in the last month or so,  that three of  my favourite bloggers have lain down their keyboards.

Of course I’m sure that they have very good reasons, and I wish them the best for the future. I would just hope that one day they will return to the Blogosphere, and share their humour, depth of knowledge, sense of honour, and dedication to seeing that wrongs are righted, whilst damning the Righteous to a level of scrutiny that they try to avoid.

Constantly Furious was the first to go. Hopefully he’ll return. There is a glimmer of hope in his final post.

So, will I change my mind? I dunno. Maybe. Maybe I can force myself not to look at the stats, not to post if I've got nothing to say, or I'm doing something else, not to feel obliged to post every day, not to be, as Leg Iron points out, so obsessive about it all. Maybe.

Recently it was Mummylonglegs, Single mum with kids, dog, and kats. I miss her sweary but entertaining diatribes.

And today we have Rantinrab leaving us for family reasons.

Nothing sinister folks!
Family first, it's as simple as that.
Appreciate the good wishes, cheers!

Well I wish all of you the best. Just come back one day and entertain us as you did on a regular basis.

Computer fix.

After going through a virus attack,
losing a hard drive,
fighting off hackers,
upgrading all my software,
installing fire-walls,
being threatened with being cut-off by my email provider,
and a host of other problems...
I have fixed my computer...

and NOW it works exactly the way I want it to!





Rude joke

WARNING. Contains visions of protected sex


A cucumber, a pickle, and a penis were all sitting around one day talking about how much their lives sucked. The cucumber said, "Man, my life sucks. Whenever I get big, fat, and juicy, someone cuts me up and puts me in a salad." So the pickle looks at him and says, "You think you have it bad? Whenever I get big, fat, and juicy, someone puts me in vinegar, puts spices on me, and sticks me in a jar." The penis glared at them both and said, "You guys think you have it rough? Whenever I get big, fat, and juicy, they put a rubber sheet over my head, stick me in a dark room, and bang my head against the wall until I throw up and pass out."


Now I’m not that interested in religion. However.

My sleepy little hamlet  on a Friday has a religious sect that turns up to worship (I’m surmising here, it could be the local laundry convention), dressed in white sheets with the women wearing what looks like the pillow cases wrapped around their heads.

They are all  black (can we say that now or will I be arrested for some implied hate racial crime ?).

Can anyone shed some light on which religious sect they are from?

I’m just curious to know why they are practising their faith in my village which is 99.99% white skinned. Do they feel persecuted in their own neighbourhood? If so, why?