Dashes and Darlings

Title really means nothing, I just thought it sounded amusing. Like some sort of swashbuckling air pirate novel title.

So here is a bit of an explantion of my character. Not at any great length, but it goes to understanding some parts of my nature.

Now, when I had that throb in my chest a short while ago, it went away after a time. My body sorted itself out. Now I did not question this at all. My body healed itself somehow, good enough.

BUT, as none of you knew, my ipod went on the fritz the other day, to the point where I would have to reformat for it to be able to have music placed on it (I could still listen to that which was already on there). But the reformating would mean that all the data on it would disappear.

Cripes...

but as I picked it up the other day and plugged it into my computer to charge it while I mulled over what course of action to take...poof...fixed...Somehow it fixed itself. This sent me MENTAL!!! whhhaa...how can you fix yourself....YOU ARE INANIMATE!!!

I mean my body fine, it is alive, doing its thing while I do mine, but this is a machine that only takes input from me....

I do not know, it just sets me off...

Visiting my sister the other day, when she told me that all I ever put on my blog is crap about what I got up too any given week...well, if this is so hair-pullingly boring, stop reading?

I just had the most moronic 'group' meeting with my flatmates. Some people just do not understand what cohabitation is. If it is so difficult to figure that the bin needs to go out when it is FULL...then yeah...tell you what, move to Darfur, then see if you miss you neighbours.

Oh, and yes, there is now a diagram of our fridge, SHOWING WHO OWNS WHICH SIXTH...

cripes...

This is the Old Man of Storr, seen from Portree, the capital of the Isle of Skye (though when there are no more than five towns...not really Ottawa).

Walking around Portree I coaxed Andrew into a little preclimbing climb.

AND HERE IT IS, proud and...what? Turn around?

Ah CRAP! I am only half way there. Well, it is a rock, need we explore it more? That is enough for now, next Sunday, Dunvegan! Here it is, the sign off my sister hates,

Clicking off (IT IS LITERAL, fool),

A B

oh I may have shown him before, but I laugh everytime I see him, here is Quackless...