Ris Life!

Tuesday 22: 52 p.m.
Well, I remember someone asking me in my fourth year at uni what I was going to be. I said I'm going to be moi! I did not say I am going to be a car mechanic, or a plumber, or a university servitor, or a famous author. I said I was going to be moi! As good a moi as I could be.

I am well pissed off now that I have had to ask Onan the Bavarian to do things to my webpage to disguise myself ....


This bloggy had about 31 hits yesterday. Most of them were probably spiders and spam robots. I reckon about four folk hit this blog regularly, and I am glad of that, and they have been a joyous thing for me. But ...

What's it going to be, Jack? Let's get the hut in the boat once more, Hotboy! Let's start rowing. We were happy in the Unheard of and McDonald Islands, Jack! So we were! Row, row, row, your boat, gently down the stream! Merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.

What about the flatheids, Hotboy? I didn't know anything about ra bliss, Jack, when I started meditating. There's nothing you can do for flatheids. Even the smartest flatheids are too dumb too meditate. If they were going to meditate, they would meditate. No point in waiting for the flatheids. Just head for ra bliss!!!

Wednesday
It was the footie what did it. The best laid plans .... got in four bottles of Erdinger last night to watch Manchester United progress to the final of the European Cup. After that I decided I was going to abandon this bloggy and start again, but ..... what's the point? Blogging is very ephemeral. One burst of solar wind and it'll all disappear anyway! Blog on!