Thursday 31 January 2013

Keeping Up Appearances

So I haven't updated this blog in about six weeks, but you don't need me to tell you that. You don't need me to tell you anything, you clever monkey. And if you're expecting an explaination, you might just get one, but it won't be the usual hilarious fare that I offer.

A lot of reasons people don't like 'the truth' - apart from it being an abstract construct usually only relevant to whoever is weilding it like a cudgel - is that it is boring. The truth is often so boring and uninteresting that it just gets passed over. You might do a thousand things in one day but they're so monotonous and pointless they aren't worth commenting on. So people often invent a different kind of truth to hold up as a shield to mundanity. Of course the royal family are reptillian space lizards. Because I don't like them, and I'm a decent person who gets on well with people, so they must be lizards, right?* The truth, in my case, is that I have just been really busy.

Ok, I will. I've just been really busy.

In the last three months I have celebrated Christmas** like everyone else. I've had minor surgery. I've moved house twice. The first was following a dramatic falling out between gravity and my landlord's laptop, which resulted in me doing a midnight imperession of Usain Bolt while fleeing the scene. The second is into my new home, which I kinda own. YEAH, IT'S A BIG ASS DEAL, PEASANTS. I've taken on so much work that my life has been recently characterised by the various different locations in which I get paid to log into Facebook. Anyways, yeah. Houses take a lot of work. So does work, incidentally.

No, it wasn't that funny and I promise I'll write something where I am literally boiling with rage in the near future, since you souless bastards seem to thrive on it. I have to go now, because I'm in a library and the computer countdown timer is tick-tick-ticking it's way to merry hell. I only really updated this today so that I could say I popped one off in January.

Hah.

* This may not be a shield against mundanity quite so much as being crazier than a sack of... OH DEAR GOD. In the library, a tiny child won't be quiet and has now broken into a chilling rendition of 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' like the cinematic trailer for Dead Space. I think I'm cracking. No, fuck that. I AM CRACKING.

** I didn't celebrate it, it just happened to me.