Whoops.....they did warn me.....
changed the colour of my template and lost all my links,
not to mention the site meter....
hopefully back online by tomorrow....apologies to any serious
viewers, remote or otherwise.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Alien Count
Site Meter figures based on 111 visits since the meter was installed a month ago - estimated 500 visits since 1st January - wouldn't want to alienate anybody by deliberately faking the total. So 611 visits to date seems honest enough, given the fact that I've had just over 800 profile views in the same period of time. So now I can start seriously checking out those pesky alien visitors.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Alien Virus
I'm not trying to cash in on all this alien {as in extra terrestials rather than the "illegal aliens" we read about, especially from the good ol' USA} stuff - in my naivety it never occurred to me that there would be so many people out there who actually do believe that not only do aliens exist, but are already here among us, probably in human form. Clever bastards wotwot! (The aliens, that is, not the believers). Aliens only exist in the mind - projections of our own alienation from a society rapidly going down the pan. Read Carl Jung on flying saucers (1958), or Daevid Alien on flying teapots (1968 until forever) for that matter. Oh sweet mystery of life. All this to say that the MCCB Global website has apparently been infected with an alien virus previously unseen or heard of in cyberland. Is this just the beginning? Or the end? Both? Is it all actually true? Another GoogleGag? The experts are on the case as we speak, so my people will be getting back to your people to deliver an explanation of the situation in no uncertain terms. After all, we need the alien vote in order to stay in power. In the meantime - blog off.
Another Line To Cross
No news for a while here from the sea-front as I've been in sunny West Wales for a couple of weeks supposedly working.....if music be the food of love etc etc....mountains, babbling brooks, blue-rinse sheep, wild winds and driving rain, idyllic sunsets, overhung sunrises, trees that sound like foreign tourists but look like local hairstyles, people that say "lovely day" (for no real reason except maybe sleeping, shopping, eating, dying, as in "lovely day for shopping isn't it?").
Meanwhile time floats invisibly past, dreams don't come true, all my old friends are out there doing it, while I sit here moaning like the sad old bastard my kid brother says I've become - what more can I ask for? None of the essential trappings of modern society are forcing me to do anything except sleep for too long, talk for even longer, dreaming of some hopelessly outmoded state of consciousness beyond my comprehension let alone reach.....I have a roof over my head, a garden which could be a stepping stone to paradise but which in reality is a right old mess, a car, a computer which I still haven't paid for, loads of software I can't be bothered to learn how to use, two beautiful daughters, a soprano sax, a few flutes, all sorts of antiquated instruments both acoustic and electric, an incurable although non-lethal neurological condition, a now very loose front tooth after inexplicably banging it on the corner of the tv set, a nicotine habit which is slowly killing both me and apparently everyone else within a square kilometer of my emissions (at least the nocturnal ones are harmless enough until scientists tell me yes please do tell me otherwise), a mountain of pills to take every day, a valley of death to cross, a thousand tunes to write, a library of books to read. Theoretically this should all keep me going for a while, if I choose to continue on this road to nowhere.....I guess nowhere is better than somewhere I don't want to be?
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