Inane Whittering #5

Wooly Mammoth
Mama, can we keep him?

There was an essay here. It was incredibly boring – so much so, Ronald decided to eat it. Thank you, Ron.

Oh, and Apple’s kicking off again over Flash. Honestly, girls.

Inane Whittering #2

Time for my first late-night whittering. Or should it be early-morning? I guess it was only a matter of time before I found myself at 1:30am in bed with my netbook.

The world is a strange place in the early hours. It’s really quite eery and ghost-like. It’s also the time for comfort eating. I found myself in this position towards the end of last week, having finally snapped (and become somewhat even more unhinged than before) after a screw-up with an assessment for another course (one that, for once, wasn’t entirely down to me). Before I knew it, I found myself in a somewhat zombie-like trance in the kitchen; freezer door open with spoon in hand and the best part of a tub of ice-cream gone.

The thought then occurs to me, that being lactose-intolerant, perhaps this wasn’t the best idea.

I paused, shrugged my shoulders and decided that I might as well finish what I’d started. I guess it was one of those moments in life where you’re pretty sure that there is some kind of being watching all of this and wetting himself.

I then decided that I was going to be really mature and boycott work for the rest of the night. So I watched the Clangers instead, which I felt was a far better use of my time.

I also came to the conclusion that the Clangers and the Soup Dragon would make a pretty good government. (I will elaborate, but it’s now 1:40 and I have class at 9 tomorrow..) I’m aware I sound like I’ve been taking some kind of illegal substance – I haven’t. Just lots of tea. And maybe Marmite on toast.

Incidentally, I found the soundtrack to the Clangers and now have it on my mp3 player (no iPod here). It certainly brightens up the world – try listening to it when wandering through Liverpool Street station during rush hour. I couldn’t help but smile.

Yes, I know. 19 and a half and I’m watching old children’s T.V.
Next time, I’ll whitter on about the benefits of Bagpuss..

Ooh, and apparently it’s handbags at dawn for Google and Microsoft. Honestly, ladies. Show some decorum, please. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Schlaf gut :)