Tuesday, 16 January 2007

How many times have you sat down to write a blog, and then found you had nothing to say?
For me, this is one of those times, and I don't exactly remember when I've experienced this, but I'm sure it's happened at least once before.. Perhaps my Hippo Campers have misplaced the documentation, by sorting with some scheme other than the dewey decimal system, probably sorted by which document seems heavier, or more edible... which is most likely how I'd sort it. For all those people who have an idea what I'm talking about, and I know there's at least one of you, you clever 'one of you' you, congratulations! That last sentence is a little bit difficult to understand... I had to look back over it a few times to make sure it makes sense, who knew you could put two you's together in a sentence?... If you did know that, then you're either incredibly weird or some kind of english genie, with the ability to conjure intricately faceted feats of wordplay and live in a lamp. "Feats of wordplay" can have facets... maybe even faucets, if you like to be posh or american about taps.

Try to find the secret code.

This is a new paragraph, and as such will have little to no information about the arctic tern. Although now that I mention the arctic tern, I'd like to point out that the axolotl has a much better name, and that elephants are quite large. In hindsight, you can see things that were behind you. Like an emu, you have two legs, unless you are a dog, in which case you have 4, or maybe 3. If you are a dog and only have 2 legs, you most likely have an axle and 2 wheels strapped on someplace, and that's pretty cool,..

Another new paragraph! This time we won't even discuss the topic of Melissa Brown, or mention her name again, unless it's really important to do so.. Feel free to comment on her, especially on her hair, and/or shoes. Shoes are a pretty great invention, whoever came up with them had better be rich, and also had better be dead, because no-one likes zombies or vampires... except maybe goths, but I don't really know, because I've never really been one of them. If you are a goth, please list your 10 favourite things to do. If you aren't a goth, then you probably have more than 10 favourite things to do, so I won't get you to list them, because that could be long, and make my eyes hurt from looking at the screen too long...

In case you're wondering, there is no secret code, but if you found one then I'd really like to know about it, because that would mean I've got some subconscious thing going on, and that would be pretty cool. Speaking of pretty cool, Hamish plays guitar, and he plays it well, almost too well... if you know what I mean... If you can discern some meaning from what I said before other than that Hamish is good at playing guitar, then it's possible you've discovered my secret code, but more likely that you are reading too deeply into my mindless ramblings, or you're some kind of weirdo.

This entry has gone on for far too long.

If your name is Jacqueline Perry, I expect you to leave a comment... or else.