Sustainability
I would just like record to show that Karma’s a bitch. A big, huge, of-gargantuan-size, ginormous bitch.
On that note, the first one to mention “you never miss the water until the well goes dry” gets violently stabbed by yours truly.
Out Internet is fubared. Currently lying on a couch (how wonderfully apt, think of shrinks) using the lifesaver of Meteor EDGE (see karma being a bitch comment earlier) to write this.
I suppose this is irrefutable proof that not only am I addicted to the internet, which I knew and had accepted earlier, but also to blogging.
This is actually serious. This isn’t your willy nilly showoff nansy pancy lark of blogging, that you can quit anytime I want. No. I can’t quit. Like my cane, I’ve come to accept it.
The internet is my lifeline.
I did a radio piece for someone a good few months back with Ben K., about how Irish kids these days are growing up in, like, a completely different world to when Ben would have grown up, back when dinosaurs ruled the Earth, in the 90s.
Yes. I am dependant on the net. Sue me
I grew up before the dinosaurs walked the earth and Jaws swam the seas! Now like you, I also need my daily fix of blogging and when the internet goes awol I want to cry, scream and tear my hair out – not a pretty sight I can tell you. It happened here on Wednesday, the internet going walkabout, I left the hair alone this time as most of it was already cut off on Wednesday a.m.
I think it realised that Elly was coming so it magically appeared again on Thursday evening (the internet and not the hair!).
Grannymar
29 Jun 09 at 11:12 am