Yesterday I was offered a ticket for Prisoner of Azkaban. This Friday.

I thought about it for approximately two nanoseconds.

I’ll try to post about it here when I get back, but don’t expect it to be much more that “Who wants to touch me?”

Okay, so I just read a post on here from last June, saying I had hayfever after months of thinking I would escape. Damn, that means I won’t escape.

Yes, I know what time it is. Am off to bed right now.

Haha…!

Now it is fixed good and proper, yes Mikey Michaelson? Uh-huh. According to The Man They Call Aquarion, it was – duh – my fault. There was an open h1 tag which I just plum forgot to close. I was wondering why all the other text looked all hugebigmassive.

Now I think this text size is something we can all enjoy. And Mike will be pleased to hear that I’m working on a restyle.

Well, all right, Mister Mike, I have rejigged the formatting slightly to compensate for the new commentary system. I only listen to you because you’re my genial host, you know.

In other news, flppy has a new computer (as well as, temporarily, a new url), which – in defiance of common sense – came with no modem. I know! Who are they selling these things to? Cave people? So we wents out and boughts a new one for, frankly, chump change. And I opened up the tiny tiny case, goggled at the lack of space to move, took out the video card, put the new modem in, put the video card back, closed it all up again and now the computer is just looking at us with a “modem? What is that? I’ve never heard of modems“…

Yep, I’m back where I was soooo long ago, with a computer failing to recognise its hardware. And I don’t remember how that problem got sorted out. And gah. Gah, you hear me?

I’m tired.

I’m thinking very seriously about starting a business. It needs a damn good website, a couple of geeks and a vehicle. Oh, and someone who can talk to businesses. It’s a winner, I tells ya.

I think if the only other bus numbers which stop at the stand have gone past and there’s still a load of people waiting, you should take the hint and get in the goddamn queue.

Hmm. Blogger is now offering comments. Hopefully, this post will have them available. Not sure how they work. Shall we see?

According to the Evening Standard, Troy is the latest Hollywood blockbuster to – oh, my sides – rewrite history.

Uh-Huh. You read me right. Rewriting history. That great historical work of nonfiction The Iliad.

OFFS!

Well, I’m loving Blogger’s new cuddly look, if nothing else.

Plus, they’ve given me gmail! Hurrah for Blogger. Gmail kicks ass.

Okay, so just got off the phone to Lloyds. I now know how much I owe everyone, and that means? I can deal with things. I’m getting a call tomorrow from a debt management agency, which will hopefully start me on the road to freedom! Or at least the road to paying people off and not bloody well worrying about it every ten seconds. Turns out bankruptcy and even IVAs are for big-assed debts, and my puny less-than-£10,000 blackmark is small change. They are sure, they told me, that they can help.

One can but hope.

On the plus money side, we won the film quiz on Tuesday, and got the cash, something no-one has managed since – get this- November. It had rolled over into a tidy sum. £475 between 5 people? That’ll be £95 each, then. Oh, the high life for me. Breakfast! New trousers! A new book!

Flapjack has now ordered her new computer, so that’s going to be all shiny and new and oooh look at the shine. Mu-huh. I’m hoping to pick up a copy of Final Draft somewhere in the world…

You know, there’s something else but I can’t think of it right now. Maybe that was all. No. Argh. I hate blogging. I love blogging. Damn you, Blogger!