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And now I’m blogging over here. Not much to say though. Been sleeping a lot. Venturing out occasionally. Sleeping some more. That’s about it. Thrilling, huh?

Keep viewing. See if I care. Phooey.

Watched the last episode of Battlestar season 3 last night. So, uh, WTF? They’re Cylons? She’s back? And what’s with the Bob Dylan song everyone’s humming (prefer the Hendrix version meself)?

Answers on a postcard, please. 

Who’s been viewing my blog first thing in the morning? Come on, stand up and let the rest of the class see you. Bit keen, aren’t we? Give us a chance to update first. Jesus.

Name a fetish, as outlandish as you like, and you can pretty much guarantee someone out there has already thought of it and more than likely started a webring/chatroom about it. I was just chewing the fat (and that’s probably a fetish right there) with a friend on IM and wondered if there was such a thing as centaur porn. Well of course there is:

Nice.

I’ve mentioned this before, but when I log into blog.com, at the bottom of the page you get a bar chart graphic which represents how many views you’ve had daily over the course of a week. This chart changes according to the number of views; i.e., if you’re getting less than, say, five views a day, the chart will only go up to five. If you’re getting about six or seven views a day, the chart will go up to ten, and so on. But the chart only has numbers down the side representing the increments it’s working off – so if it’s going up to twenty, working off increments of five, it will only have ‘5′, ‘10′, ‘15′ down the side of it.

I think my chart hates me. At the moment, it’s going up in increments of nine. How bloody awkward is that? Yesterday it was going up in increments of ten, which is a much more sensible increment. But no, not any more. Now it’s nine. Which makes it a pain trying to work out how many views you’ve had. If yesterday’s bar is a third of the way between 18 and 27, how many views is that? If the day before’s bar is halfway between 27 and 36…?

Okay, it’s not that hard to work out. But it’s still annoying.

Stumbled across this thoroughly entertaining interview on The Independent website, wherein Piers Morgan grills Guardian editor Alan Rusbridger and tries to get him to admit to snorting cocaine with hookers. Sort of. It’s pretty funny anyway, although not as funny as the bit on Celebrity Apprentice where Alan Sugar dismisses Morgan with his customary “You’re fired”, and Alastair Cambell turns to Morgan and exclaims, “Again?!”

ba ba-ba bah, ba baaaah.

That is my official theme tune. Please sing it whenever you chance upon me.

I’m getting bored of pretending to be Louis XIV (The Sun King) now. Enough. Although I think I’ll still keep Louis XIV as my identity. Why the hell not.

So, finished season three of The Wire. Best telly ever, or at least near enough. I’m starting to get a bit evangelical about The Wire now – every other conversation I have seems to be about it. Which is either an indication of how fucking great it is, or how fucking empty my life is. Possibly both.