Miscellaneous Addendum

It's hardly an impressive opening line (at least in comparison to, "look at me - I'm absolutely fabulous"), but I've been having a huge number of difficulties with updating my blog. You see, after a period of woefully protracted inactivity, the system gives up the ghost and refuses to let you update the old blodgings properly. If I knew a little more about computers (or calculators, remote controls, staplers, seabirds of prey, etc.), I'm sure I'd be able to solve the problem. But frankly, I'd prefer to really write and productively irritate the public at large with my randomised scribblings. I'll see the problem out for the time being, and hope it deals with itself. This kind of thing usually does.

But - now I've started posting aagin - what can you expect from this ever-so-slightly improved blogtogular spegtogular, for which there are no words in the vernogular to properly describe? How will you profit (as shareholders, naturally)? Surely you don't want the interweb cluttered up with all that puke-inducing self-righteous indignation, egomania and rabid publicity you usually find in these meagre hovels? Here is what you can expect from me (mostly rehashes of all that golden old stuff):

• Updates on particularly interesting occurrences in my day-to-day life, like the time I watched grass grow, or collected pieces of paper I found in the street.
• Reviews of films, old and new. But mostly old. Can't stand that modern trash. All those (argh - once more!) computers and tub-thumbed efforts at style.
• Philosophical ramblings, perhaps reflecting upon the nature of existence and life in general. I love those thingies... and I've recently developed a taste for them!
• Projects of interest, semi-interest, and no interest whatsoever - but, hey! You'll still read about them!
• Obnoxious, irrepressible, oddball humour. Yes, red ducks still go to the supermarket for interior motives now and then. I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is.

Until next time... Your host and dilligent servant, James.

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