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I’ve always been obsessed with time travel, and then something startling – you might even say ASTONISHING – occurred to me today: I am a frackin time traveler. In late March 1976 I decided, “this womb is getting stinky”, and so I decided to bail. And holy cow, was April Fool’s Day an apt day to escape, because this place has got NOTHING on the womb – joke was on me BIG TIME. I turned round to crawl back in, but my biological mother was already in the bar, on her third vodka.
When I realized I was born for good, I decided to time travel forward by a few years, and try school. So I boosted about 5 years, and then quickly decided that was an error. So I curled up in fetal position in bed that night, and elected to go back to my fourth Christmas.  But this time round, right before my brother bit that chunk out of my back, I planned to sidestep his sneaky chompers and watch him hit the deck in full lunge, maybe even land his face in a bowl of cereal. So I closed my eyes, set the dials and went back. Guess what? My plan worked exactly – there were cornflakes stuck to every wall in the house, by the time I was done with my deft ninjistics. He had no idea I knew he was coming, I almost felt bad for him it was so easy.  Next day I was done with being a baby, and decided I wanted to be thirty-seven, hilarious, good looking, popular, talented, sardonic, and develop a wit that wove in and out of sarcasm like a sine wave.  Or, a wit-weave-wave, if you are an appreciator of alliteration.  So here I am, happy at last! I love my life.

Place smells great right now – I’ve got a Shepherd’s Pie in the oven. I kept seeing all these vegan and vegetarian recipes everywhere, so decided to be radical and try the cannibal version. I found a sleeping shepherd – I’ll spare you the details – but you can substitute the human for either ground turkey if you are a carnivore, chick peas if you are a vegivore or both if you are an awesomnivore. I put extra chunky onions in there, an extra carrot, peas, sweetcorn and some Coleman’s sauce. I’m salivating like Pavlov’s Dog round about now, so I’m going to go sign off, savage my postal delivery person’s leg and then hi-five my late lunch.

Have a nice weekend, cats!

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OK, the maiden test-flight of uber-connection seems to have been a raging success. Twitbook, Cracker, WordPress and all that other happy HS is finally coming together into a single-typed-update of wild rice gumbo and hot sauce. Maybe there is a future in (metaphorical) public nakedness after all.

This next test is seeing whether this will still spread the love even when I update using my email. And then… the final cornflake will be in learning how to (dung dung DUUUUNG) use TAGS and PUBLICIZE when I update via email. In fact, this post will be all tests of all things I can think of right now. But I will wrack my brains to think of more ways to use this stuff to remain motivated and quit distracting myself from playing around on the web while I should be building…

Aight, there may be more inane posts about nothing, but I swear, all my content from there on in will be pure goodness and value. It’s kind of like the public transparency Julian Assange is gently encouraging – if I’m going to be a trillionaire this time next year, I’d better get used to it. That, and learning how to use computers to do useful stuff.

Peace out!