Three thousand babbles

How many posts must a man write down
Before they call him a blogger?
And how many times must he rant and rave
Before he’s targeted by spammers?
The answer, my friend, is giving me the wind
The answer is giving me the wind.

Or maybe that’s the half a bag of Bombay Mix I have stuffed down this evening. Hey, it’s Ethnic, so it’s obviously healthy. Saying it’s unhealthy is racist, so pipe down, healthies. Racist-bigot-Nazi. Whoo-ha, how do you like looking down the barrel of your own gun, Righteous?

Incidentally, it has occurred to me that since cows and sheep eat vegetables, and we are what we eat, then cows and sheep are made of vegetables and therefore burgers count towards your five a day. Must remember that next time I meet a health nut.

What was I on about? Oh yes. This is post number 3000. That counts all of it, from the Livejournal beginnings, through Blogger to here. It’s all here.

It started as a joke blog in March 2007, but soon turned political when antismoking took off big time and I found blogs like Devil’s Kitchen and Guido Fawkes. The latter is now unreadable, the comment threads are full of rambling maniacs and soon get too big to bother with. The articles are still mostly good, if on occasion somewhat self-aggrandizing. The Devil is still with us, fortunately, although these days his kitchen cauldron is less frequently heated.

Three thousand posts. What a babbler. Still, the odds are that one or two will make sense simply by random chance. Then again, most of them went up while under the influence (yes, this one too) so that skews the probability curve for ‘sense’ quite a bit. On the other other hand, I can put away most of a bottle of whisky and still make more sense than any of the Dreadful Arnott’s pseudoscientists. As for her, a hamster with a crack habit makes more sense. The government, or at least the few remaining sentient parts of it, might be starting to notice that.

More on Dreadful later. I don’t have to be awake at surreal times of day tomorrow so can babble on a bit tonight.

YouTube is working again. Thanks for all the suggestions, I don’t know what worked because I applied them all (except Google Chrome) and when I restarted, Microsoft had sent ten updates. I have no idea what was wrong and no idea what fixed it, but it’s fixed. So I have a jolly little ditty on almost continuous play. Am I the only one who thinks that song makes perfect sense? It certainly gets the story glands going, doesn’t it? Not the story in the video, although that’s pretty creepy at the end, but the alternate interpretations.

Speaking of creepy, the baker left Local Shop today for a new job. I gave him a copy of Samuel’s Girl as a going-away present. Well, we were the only two male smokers in the place so now I have to smoke with all the girls. Isn’t life hard? Anyway, his final shift finished at 4:30 and after he left, I noticed the bakery clock had stopped. At 4:30. Wooo…

But first, before I let my mind wander into the dark parts only whisky lets me reach, there has been an Interesting Thing today.

Stay tuned for Post 3001.

(erm… there will be a slight delay. I fell asleep. Only a four hour shift at work today so I’ll be back.)

Also, I note the spaminator is getting a bit overzealous. I’ve fished quite a few comments out of there lately.)