I have nothing to say. Well, this isn’t actually true. There are things on the tips of my fingers but I don’t actually know what they are. So I find myself typing the start of a sentence. Stopping, rereading and going Huh. Don’t think I meant to say that. And deleting.
Obviously, I’m lying. Because look at all those sentences. But at the same time, its the truth, because they are all saying nothing. The noise to data ratio on this post would suggest that yes, empty vessels make most noise. And have you ever heard an empty delivery lorry roll past? Noisy is an apt description.
Still, 4 day week, so its all good. Off on Friday, and Monday for Easter. And I’m taking the following Monday off cause I’ve got a christening to go to. So that is three whole 4-day-weeks. What could be better? And I may even go take a peak at the whole Easter Rising commemorations, and to get in the mood I’ve just started reading On Another Man’s Wound which doesn’t actually deal all that much with the Rising, but with the aftermath. And it is well writen too, which is always a bonus.
Oh yeah, and whats the deal with BSG and its frakkin flashbacks. This is, what the third? episode in a row to start near the end and then use the whole 92 hours earlier crap. Get over it. Just tell the story and stop fucking about. I mean, it’d be different if there was a reason, but there doesn’t seem to be one, apart from the fact that they think flashbacks and jumps in time are cool. And yes, they can be, but not when done for no reason. Don’t they know that trying to be cool means you aren’t. Oz never tried to be cool. He simply was. As Yoda once said, there is no try.
Well now, for a post that started off the way this one did, there sure is a lot of words. And, while I checked my spelling of Orthodox I discovered that there is such a thing as a Tea Glossery. People can devote entire websites to tea, but I can’t even think coherently enough to write a comment.