I really did try and write in my blog today, but it's not my fault.
I got entangled within the 1000,000,000 degrees of separation that is the internet, and what started out as a simple search on 'Freedom of Speech' ended up with a google video of a cat playing the piano.
I mean it was okay, y'know for a cat, but its tempo was all over the place.
Showing posts with label the Good Sanity Guide. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the Good Sanity Guide. Show all posts
Excuse For Not Posting #308
This time it really wasn't my fault.
When trying to post to my blog, several months ago, the furious typing from the fountain of inspiration caused the keyboard to overheat.
In fact it overheated to the point where my fingertips suffered 1st degree burns and had to be bandaged for several weeks. Knowing that nothing was more important than writing in my blog, I then proceeded to try and type with my nose, but in doing so accidently managed to hack into, and forward, documents held within US Goverment Security Servers to a man whose email address was, randomly, j_assange@wikileaks.com.
MB
I'm pretty sure nothing came of it.
Anyway, after months of feeling guilty about the blog I am desperately trying to resurrect it, for my sanity if nothing else.
A little light dusting of the rubbish that I've managed to accumulate in my brain. Aren't you lucky?
A little light dusting of the rubbish that I've managed to accumulate in my brain. Aren't you lucky?
MB
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Step one: Turn over your brain and SHAKE!
Maria Bamford, an exceptional comedian, has a joke in which she describes her secret desire that one day one of those 'Changing Rooms/Queer Eye/How Clean Is Your House-type shows' would come along and clear out her brain for her.
They snark about how the place is stuck in the 80s, and pick through her things asking - 'Maria, why do you have a paralysing fear of helium balloons in here? Shall we get rid of that?'
'No, I need that,' she replies.
I love Maria Bamford.
Anyway, after years of thinking very hard about everything - rather curiously - I don't feel like I can think about anything, my brain is so clogged with inane thoughts.
So, here's my plan. Let's flush away the clogged up rubbish. Let's give the ol' brain a good scrub inside and out -
and where will that junk go?
Onto you, of course! On to the wasteland of the internet...
What a silly question.
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They snark about how the place is stuck in the 80s, and pick through her things asking - 'Maria, why do you have a paralysing fear of helium balloons in here? Shall we get rid of that?'
'No, I need that,' she replies.
I love Maria Bamford.
Anyway, after years of thinking very hard about everything - rather curiously - I don't feel like I can think about anything, my brain is so clogged with inane thoughts.
So, here's my plan. Let's flush away the clogged up rubbish. Let's give the ol' brain a good scrub inside and out -
and where will that junk go?
Onto you, of course! On to the wasteland of the internet...
What a silly question.
x
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