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Category Archives: self-obsession

Lattes and angelic conversions

I have terribly pretentious pretentions at times. Deeply ingrained codes of behaviour and viewpoints that I hold dear. They’re what help me get through the day and night and go towards helping me avoid becoming a totally obnoxious arse. Which, ironically, they probably add to me being. Or, in a better written sentence: Ironically, they [...]

Is everybody h-h-happy? (PiL)

I like the days when my fingers hover over the keyboard for hours on end and I haven’t a clue what to do next. Sure, I got work to do, who doesn’t? But what I struggle with is how happy I am to just spend my day doing that hovering. Probably what makes it more [...]

Dust Bunny knows best (part two)

Here’s part two of Dust Bunny knows best. I’ve an idea of what I’m going to try to write, but we’ll see.  Here goes: Have we started yet? I think I just typed into a different window on my laptop. There’s a faint chance that I’ve just told my mum that I have terrible diarrhea [...]

An unremittingly dull and vacuous text

This is a new blog of mine, since I destroyed my previous one with a horrible accident involving databases and Drupal and other bad stuff that shouldn’t have happened. That’s not a very good advert for my skills with CMSs and databases I know, but it was me experimenting so that I don’t have to [...]