What the FUCK

Blogger went and changed the fucking post editor and didn't tell anyone.

And that's why I was stuck with the spinning fingers of death all of fucking June till today.

Fuck you, Google. RealAudio and Quicktime's fate is not too far away for you now, you over-engineered piece of shit. Here's the feedback I left for them technocrats.

"What the fuck, Google? Why did you change the fucking online editor without first telling me about it? What's the fucking idea here?

You couldn't have made the spinning fingers of death pop up a message to say I was upgraded to the new editor? Or what about asking me first before upgrading me for free?"






In other news, Dusky may go into hospital again tomorrow. He had done well for a month plus until the past 1 and a half weeks.



Anyway he is a clock that, wound up, is winding down. My hamsters may wind up living longer than he does.

I may not have much longer with him.

And you may not have much longer with me too, seeing that I'm about to piss off the Google God. But don't worry, filmlab, you will find me again, but I will of course, be different then.


Three things:






And last... a song to bleed out by ...






Clocks unwind after being wound, what about people, and cats, that are wounded?

And in my usual tradition of embedding variants of the songs that I've fatally fallen in love with,




Just imagine... losing consciousness to this song ...


Just another thing carbon monoxide is good for... cannot think of any other use for it really.


N.B. Upon discovering that they are the band who performed 'High and Dry', instead of Counting Crows as I'd been led to believe by my half-Swedish fat friend years ago in NS, I now declare Radiohead as possibly my most favourite band of all time.

In my 30's anyway.

Good thing I have a car.

That works.