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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

I don't like new look blogger! It am ugly! It am all different and ugly! New look blogger ugly and bad! It's like the new version of Chortle. Too difficult to navigate. Why must people mess about with perfectly acceptable designs? I don't like change.

Also, it told me that I have made 481 posts to blogger since I started this blog, which is far too many in anyone's book, and makes me feel a bit wobbly. The wobbly could also be caused by spending the last three days, almost completely, in Mrs D's company. Ah, Mrs D. What can one say about Mrs D? She's fond of cheese, I'll tell you that much. A little too fond, if you know what I mean... and I think you do.

We went to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind yesterday on a cinema screen near us (Dun Laoghaire, fact fans), and we enjoyed it terribly much. There's also a website for Lacuna Inc, the company that have perfected the erasing of bad memories. The beautiful moment near the beginning of the film where Joel comes in from his first date with Clementine and then succumbs to the temptation to immediately phone her to tell her it was the best night of his life is so reminiscent of ridiculous conversations with people that I've had that I clapped my hands with joy like the mental patient that I am and decided that I love Charlie Kauffman. We watched three of his films this weekend. That's three more films than I've watched in about the same number of months. Get me! I'm like Jonathan Ross. In some way.

Oh lord, I can't write for toffee today. I got my hair cut this morning, and I think like Samson all of my blogging power has left me and is now lying on the floor of Blow in Bagott Street. How irritating. Now my blog is just going to have entries like

"Juz came home from dinner...and supper.kinda bored..maybe gonna do some chem questions later...sighZ..aiyah. too lazy to blog. another time."

(I found this here. Such a great title for such a rubbish blog. Like virtually everything in the blogosphere.)

God. You should all blame JC for this post. He called me lazy, after I called him lazy, and now I've produced this just to take up space.

Finally, I seem to have been a bit cliquey and exclusive when inviting people to leave comments. Those people listed are obliged to leave comments, since they are all my be-yatches and part of my gang, of which I am the leader. But everyone who reads this are all very welcome - more than welcome, cordially invited to leave comments, no matter how profound or profane. Thanks much.

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