Pointless photo of the day:

Why buck a trend?

In post titles, I mean.

Or in post lack-of-content. That'd work too.

To be honest, I'm not exactly in blather mode just now. My head's not as sore as it was yesterday, but my neck's still not quite right so the background headache won't be going away any time soon.

It does tend to make a person a bit cranky.

And, apparently, not as wordy as I might be. That's more of a problem than you likely realise, because it's newsletter time again and I have yet to figure out what the front page article is going to be.

A shame, that, since I'm the one who's supposed to be writing it.

Ahhh well.

How 'bout we try for actual blather tomorrow then?




Ok with me.

Pointless photo of the day:

That's it for today.

I have a bad enough headache that I'm headed home to lie down for a bit.

A bad enough headache, even, that I can't be bothered to whinge about it. For a change.

See you tomorrow.

Pointless photo of the day:

So, this is me hunting spiders in my father's garden. Poor spiders. They're just trying to mind their own business, and then out of nowhere comes this giant hand attempting to "pose" them for unwanted portraits. It's really quite unfair, when you think of it.

Ok, so I don't usually pose the spiders. This one moved just as I was lining up the shot, though, so I thought I'd have a go at convincing it to go in the other direction.

I wasn't entirely successful.

I mean, I got it to move in the other direction, but apparently there was more than the one other direction.

I did get a picture of sorts, however. Just not the one I wanted.

So you want proof? Fine, then:

I would have liked to have been a bit closer. Oh, and the spider should have been on one of the flowers.

There's an art to these pointless spider photos, you know.




Ok, so there isn't. It's just a silly hobby.

It keeps me occupied, at any rate.






Sad that I've gotten this far on the page and still haven't come up with a topic, don't you think?

Ah well. Can't say I'm in the mood to bother at this point. Go back and look at the photos again, I guess. I'll see you later.

Pointless thought of the day:

Why is it that men seem to need so many nicknames for their underwear? I mean good grief. Gitch, ginch, gonch, gotch... and please don't get me started on the other, far too numerous variants.

Hmmm.

A quick search (in case you've ever wondered, it's not unusual for me to be doing random googling while I'm typing the blather. It's probably why the blather so often peters out unexpectedly. Short attention span, remember? Sometimes I get far more interested in what I was googling than in what I was saying) indicates that this may be a Canadian men thing. Most of the references I've found so far indicate a ginch-Canada connection.

Odd, that. Must have something to do with the long winters. Men get so bored they start naming their pants?




Um, sorry. Just lost my train of thought. And no, it wasn't because of the search engine this time. Max wants ooooout, and Max has a tendency to let a person know that by suddenly showing up on a person's lap while a person is trying to type. Unfortunately for Max, there's no outside without being on a leash. He's just going to have to wait for that.

Ok, let me scroll back and see if I can pick this up again...

Was I honestly talking about underwear nicknames?

Lord love a duck, as my mother would say.

Ah well. I need to go change laundry loads, so wherever I was planning to go with the underoos is just going to have to remain a mystery. To all of us, apparently.

In lieu of sense, then, here's a list of Canadian slang for you to scratch your head at. Do we really talk like that?

Beauty, eh?

Pointless photo of the day:

I've got nothing.

I'm tired and I want the work day to be over.

Ok then.

*thud*

That would be the sound of head hitting desk. Not in frustration, no, unless it's frustration over being up at three in the morning.

Sleep didn't go so well last night, apparently.

It's too bad, because I would have liked to sleep.

Actually, I've been thinking lately that I need a bit more than sleep. No, silly, not death. Things are nowhere near that bad. What I need is a few days to myself. A few days of not going to work or going to my father's place or going... anywhere.

Sometimes I just get a little burned out with people in general, and I'm thinking that me-and-the-voices could use some off-time.

What do you suppose the chances are?

I had a bit of accidental off-time a couple of weeks ago when I was sick, but surely that doesn't count, right?




I know. Don't call me Shirley.

Oh, hey. Since I'm apparently doing random links out of nowhere, here's my new favourite thing.

Seriously. I love that.

And if you need an encore, try this. La la la LAH!

Heh.

Ok, I haven't been able to think of any blatherage so I'm going to stop trying now. And maybe have a nap.





Sigh. If only it was that simple.

Oops

Yeah, I forgot to blog.

Have a spider, then.

The end.

Go away now.

I know I'm going to.