A fear of commitment... and nosebleeds. And eels.

There are many things I can do.

I can lie down straight on my stomach, then push myself into a standing-upright position without bending my legs...

I can wash, dry, straighten and product my hair in 20 minutes...

I can bend my 4th finger on my left hand over my middle finger without the aid of my right hand...

I can make my stupid massive telly work when something is wrong with it...

I can pull some of the most amazing sounds out of Cameron Moor by means of making him laugh...



I can also make a decision with the intention of sticking with it and seeing it through, then not ever see it through.
The above mentioned is one that I am not proud of. This blog was going to be one of the best ideas I ever had! But I must confess... when logging into my blog last week (and not even logging in to light a blog), I forgot my password, and temporarily my username, and I had to change my password.

But in a way, blog this time apart has made me realise how much I love you. There will always be other websites. There will always be shiny things attracting my eye. But you will always be my number one. I apologise for treating you like a number two. (Hah! Thank you for that one, Spaced!)

But TV references aside, I think we are going to have a happy and healthy cyberfuture together.

TV references back in the picture, I leave you with a song by Osymyso, who has done a funky little number with samplings from the before-mentioned Spaced. If you haven't seen Spaced and are thinking about watching it, then watch it. If you aren't thinking about watching it, then think about it, then watch it.
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