Isn’t it strange how dreams can be so vivid for those few moments after you wake, but 20 mins (or3 hours later) and you really can’t remember anything about them? Cause last night I had a great dream, but now I don’t remember anything at all about it. So instead I bring you this pic:
It appears that war has broken out on the bogosphere The first skirmishes involved discussions of feminism and why some people were looking for more female Irish bloggers, and others declared they weren’t feminists and others said don’t be silly, of course you are, it is just your definition that is wrong. And then humour was brought into the equation, although other people didn’t appreciate the humour.
So now, the only solution is a WMD accusation must be levelled at one of the antagonists, so all the others can unite in disapproval. We can even have sanctions before one goes over the top and launches a unilateral hack-attack against a different blog, removing a random despot from their position as blogger and installing a pupp-a-blog.
Well, thats the only solution I can see.
Totally unrelated now, but who didn’t smile at the news that Man U lost last night. I’m not an ABU, in fact I’ll often vaguely cheer Man Utd on, but lately there has been so much crap going on there that I’m glad they aren’t doing too well.