Quite a title today – consider it somewhat of a stream of consciousness. It has little meaning beyond what was flowing through my head in that particular instant. Giraffes, because that is what the picture is today, mudcake, because that is what Emma had earlier today to fight off horrid back pain, The Colour of Magic because that is the dvd I have beside me right now, and How I Met Your Mother because… well… it sounded like a good way to round it off. Oh, and it’s also a good series.
I’m going to write a little about an opening I went to the other night soon, but I’m going to save that for another day. I’m feeling a bit flagged right now, and quite well know that my writing can tend to suffer a little when that is the case. Therefore I’m just going to write like this – one word after the other until I am done.
My spam-catcher has now caught over 1000 spam messages for me here on the blog – over a thousand! That really just boggles my mind just the tiniest bit. The more annoying thing, I think, is that the spam messages coming through at the moment are really rather boring. I don’t mind spam, so long as it is somewhat interesting, and these ones are not.
‘Great blog, I really like how you write’ doesn’t quite stand up to some of the fantastic ones out there which flow like some sort of odd surrealist automatic-writing exercise with a few links thrown in for good measure. I absolutely love that spam! I know that might seem like an odd thing to say, but it’s true. Screw the ‘here’s a nice default message with a link to my site’, I want spam with guts to it, where one line says ‘piano walnut lessons in viagra playgrounds give johnnie liked tennis with a side of peanut butter’ and the next says something entirely different – where one word doesn’t necessarily have any actual relation to the next.
So anyhow, yes. That’s all. This is an entirely pointless post with no real reasoning behind it, written so that there is something on the site, in order that I don’t lapse in posting something on this particular day. Because I’ve not been the greatest about posting every day recently – every other day seems to be little problem, but every actual day sometimes gets to be somewhat of a chore. And it feels as if I’m writing to myself. Am I? Hello? Is anybody out there? Maybe I’m going mad… oh no…