I just ate
the world’s blandest sandwich. Ugh. M&S ‘Count On Us’ roast chicken. Count on us to taste of fuck all, like.
Friday, March 23, 2007
It’s a new dawn.
It’s a new day. It’s a whole new world of blogging, but a bit like the old world of blogging. Which is to say, pointless and a waste of everyone’s time. Fantastic.
Right!
Here we are on the new blog. Unfortunately, even though I’ve transferred all the posts and comments from Existential Ennui over to here, for some reason you can’t see the oldest posts. Dunno why – they’re all there ‘behind the scenes’ as it were; they’re just not showing up front of house. Mind you, that’s probably a blessing.
So this is Off Message. You’ll notice that it’s almost identical to Existential Ennui, with the exception that there’s a nice photo of me just to the right there. Lovely. Same old bollocks, new address. Onwards.
Waiting for the man.
I’m waiting for a meeting to start. It could start at any time. Or it might not start at all.
I should stop posting here really and move over to the new blog. I’m only giving myself more stuff to transfer over. Gah.
1 - …and I’m still waiting for the internet man grr. If I put my sausages on you think he’ll turn up? (Comment this)
Moving.
Pretty soon, I’ll be moving this blog to a new address, with a new title. I’ve started transferring over posts and pictures and comments, and once I’m done, I’ll post the new URL here, and you can either follow me over, or seize the opportunity to stop reading this rubbish. Let’s face it, it’s not going to get any better.
Songs About Fucking
There’s a track by the Sneetches (who are a US surf rock/pop outfit) called ‘Another Shitty Day’. Dunno if you know it, but the chorus runs along the lines of “It’s another shitty day, today.” That about sums it up at the moment.
And yes, the title of this post is misleading. A special prize to the first person who comments with the name of the band whose album that’s the title of.
1 - Big Black! (Comment this)
Written by: Burt Ward at 2007/03/16 - 11:26:29
So yes.
I’m still reading The Spectator. The New Statesman’s just so fucking dull.
Global Warming
Next in our ‘Exploding Myths’ series: global warming.
I missed the programme he reviewed (The Great Global Warming Swindle – I was out back, setting light to tyres and plastic bottles), but James Delingpole outlined its themes in The Spectator. The argument, basically, is that global warming is down to increased sunspot activity, and not really anything to do with whether or not you and I recycle our rubbish. Man-made CO2 amounts to 6.5 giga tons a year; by contrast, animals release 150 giga tons of CO2 per year. Volcanos produce more CO2 than all the world’s cars and industries put together. On top of that, it was pointed out that CO2 levels rise AFTER the Earth’s temperature rises, not before, so a large part of the CO2 rise we’re noting now is a result of the Mediaeval Warm Period (there’s a time lag of about 800 years).
I, on the other hand, have my own theory about global warming: it’s Osama bin Laden’s fault.
War on Terror
The propagation of radical Islamist ideals across the internet is, say security experts, one of the greatest threats we face. Potential jihadists can access appalling footage of beheadings, mutilations and murders at the click of a mouse, while the testaments of suicide bombers are posted online as inspiration for others. Meanwhile, fabrications like the Protocols of the Elders of Zion are held up by oppressive theocracies as evidence of a supposed worldwide Jewish conspiracy. It’s a propaganda war, and we’re losing.
The answer? To start speading propaganda of our own. So let’s kick off with this:
Osama bin Laden likes it up the arse.
1 - YeH I bet he’s a FAGOT ha ha! Very funny, man! (Comment this)
Written by: Riley at 2007/03/15 - 12:42:39
2 - Not necessarily. He just likes having things shoved up his bum. (Comment this)
Written by: Nick J at 2007/03/15 - 12:44:55
