A man and his dog, trying to make sense of it. A man trying to cook, while avoiding the dogs Cato like attempts to brain him. A man trying very hard not to complain about his working day. A man of no faith, who worships Birmingham City. A man who loves the sort of music that gets him labelled with bad words. .A dog with little brain but great appetite. Welcome to our world.. a world full of wife, children, cats and vegetables. A good world.
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
For the time being, most of my blogging will over at Typepad.
This, of course, has absolutely nothing to do with this post, but it was the most inconspicuous - and easy - place for me to make it.
And now I can't think of the wonderfully clever way I had of putting it, my vehicle of thought having derailed like a backwards bullet train. It was something terribly amusing about how my first reaction on seeing the blankness that is the other blog you have on this account - I peeked at your profile - was "How very Zen."
Blame it on a late-night sugar rush from an ice-cream koan.
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This, of course, has absolutely nothing to do with this post, but it was the most inconspicuous - and easy - place for me to make it.
And now I can't think of the wonderfully clever way I had of putting it, my vehicle of thought having derailed like a backwards bullet train. It was something terribly amusing about how my first reaction on seeing the blankness that is the other blog you have on this account - I peeked at your profile - was "How very Zen."
Blame it on a late-night sugar rush from an ice-cream koan.
It is very zen isn't it? I set it up for my nipper years ago, and he doesn't appear to be making much use of it.
This old thing needs a bit of work.
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