Tommy the cat is my name, and I say unto thee...

Greetings foul denzins of the interweb, another piece of liter-rhoea is ejected from my mind in a warm brown splosh. On the subject of blogs I suggest you read this as its quite amusing. I suggest you check out the rest of the site, its quite amusing. If somewhat tastless, which is exactly how I like my humour. Black and sweet, with whiskey and a bun.

Onto other things. Today I got paid, which is nice since I didn't work for the entire month. Muahahaha, but it means that I have to really get my act together and get a job of some description before I end up like the jobbless hobo I already am.

I spent most of the week listening to a disturbing amount of Kiss, why? because they're cooler than widows libido. More interestingly I heard a Queen tribute album, to be honest its crap, seriously crap, crapper than cot death. I speak the truth. When the best song is by Sum 41 you know things have taken a step into the weird. Even the presence of Josh 'All I touch is Gold' Homme on Stone Cold Crazy can't save it, if fact it makes the album seem even worse.

My wireless mouse has desided to go on the blink, fucking technology. Looks like I have to revent to the back-up, uh, wired mouse. Which just feels wrong after so long with the Star Trek mouse.

Ah, time for a meme,

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the sentence in your journal...along with these instructions.

Ok....go!

1. Dalek Survival Guide
2. Turning the pages, so....many...the whiteness...burning...
3. One, two, five, ah three...
4. Ah, the 23rd page is a chapter break, the 22 page has four lines, so page 24 says, 'The Dalek's eye is mounted on a shaft that allows vertical movement.'

Ugh, that was tedious. I think before my next post I'm actually gonna pick a topic or theme to keep up with this blog as its quite boring typing aboout my boring life.

Or I could just post porno links.

Till the next time,

'By your command'