January 3rd, 2008



The rubbish truck just roared away. My iMac was in there, somewhere.



Okay, then. I was going to waste time driving in to town to browse around shops, where I'd likely end up spending money I don't really have on more stuff I don't really need. Instead, I think I shall mount another attack on The Room of Doom.

Carry On Cleaning!


It's been a long time since something I've written, typed, emailed, or posted has been misconstrued or found offensive. So long, I guess, that I've become a little bit sloppy when it comes to making sure a "joke," however lame or possibly tasteless, is obviously a joke.

I'm reminded, right now, just how badly it makes me feel to think I've annoyed, insulted, or otherwise come-across-other-than-as-intended to anyone. That is never my intent. But I take full responsibility for any discomfiture that may have arisen from my failure to communicate clearly or appropriately.

I'm sorry.