This is going to sound like my greatest hits- It’s cold and I’m starting to feel ill. Well, anyway. Flapjack’s birthday went off ok yesterday – happy birthday, sweetie – with some good cards, a well-received present from her parents and The Mystery Present from me, which I may tell you about at the end of the month..

So about… oh, I don’t know. Six years ago – maybe – I was stung by a wasp. First time it had happened, which justified, I think, my years of worry about the little stripey shits. Yes, it hurt a lot to be stung on the palm of the hand, and I was extremely proud of myself for not shouting “FUCK!” at the top of my voice in the middle of my place of work. Go me.

Anyway, that’s six years ago, hardly current affairs. Thing is, the spot where I was stung all those years ago (six! Bloody hell, where did the time go? Okay, maybe five. I lose track) has started to hurt again. I’ve got a little hole in my palm in the exact spot I was injured by the stingy bastard, and it’s sort of sore and itchy. And I just squeezed a lemon. Ahhhhhhhooowww…

I’m going to do a spot of redesigning soon, by the way. I’m going to dump the external links page and have it inserted into the main template. Don’t know why, but I am. Going to stop me? No. Good.

But this was cute.

Which File Extension are You?

Well, I’m an uncle again. James Lennon Hendrix Douglas-Reed was born last night at 10.45. All limbs present and correct, and without further information as yet I’m assuming mother and baby doing fine. Congratulations to all concerned.

It’s still too close to call properly (though I suspect Bush’s lot will be dropping a bunch of balloons on themselves very shortly), and, you know, maybe it’ll go to Kerry. Uh-huh. Those last few votes – they might count!!

Gnggh. How hard can it be to just count up from one to many?

Police officers are refusing to carry guns in protest at the suspension etc of two officers who shot dead a man with a table leg. Hmm. As protests go, it’s up there with ‘until we receive a pay rise we shall feed you fudge until you are contentedly full.. bwahaha!’

I seriously doubt that there are any registered US voters reading this site. However, on the off-chance, I’d like to urge the non-existent readership to go vote! Do it now! In a race this tight, your vote may literally be the difference between regime change and complete disaster.

Oh my god, you guys, seriously, seriously you guys, oh my god, sweet so sweet, it’s just the best film ever!

GAAAAHHHHH!!!

Gah.

Oh. Sad day. Can’t think of anything decent to say here, so I’ll stop.