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This week I have been studying mostly how to get bored, and I have to announce that I’ve been reasonably successful.
I put a lot of this down to correct career decisions, but fate has also stepped in and lent a hand.
In the area of Achieving Mind Numbing Boredom, I feel that nature gave me a headstart by equipping me with
A personality that seems at this late stage to be unable to engage with anything interesting without realising sharpish and quick-time that there is so much stuff that has been done that it’s statistically more than likely that anything I do, anything I think or anything I say has already been done.
Not only has it been done, but usually it’s been done far better and more professionally than I could hope to do it
Accordingly, I feel its unlikely that the Waiting World will ever collectively let its breath out and sigh with relief that I’ve finally got round to writing my radical reassessment of the Paintings of Edward Hopper.
My ‘Bench-themed’ website goes unvisited by me or anyone else
My dream of Lebowski-ing up my blog has foundered on the twin rocks of apathy and indifference.
In fact I only occasionally visit my blog and post to it less often.
When I do visit it I usually check a random selection of other bloggers and to be honest im not interested in yet another Middle Class Housewife with too much time on her hands letting the Waiting World know about how she is coping with the Ironing

In the episode Evolution of the Daleks the sole remaining Dalek, Dalek Caan initiates an emergency temporal shift to escape.
The last time we witnessed a Dalek use this method of escape was in the episode Doomsday, which introduced the Cult of Skaro and which saw Dalek Sec and the other Cult member Daleks shift from roughly contemporary London to Thirties New York. This is a short journey, both spatially and temporally, presumably because of the vast amount of energy such a process uses. Is it possible that Dalek Sec used his superior power to use his Shift Filed to take the other three cult members to the thirties, thus weakening himself to such an extent that his judgment became skewed and he began the ill received human-Dalek hybrid project.
Dalek Caan has the ability to time-shift but as a comparatively low caste, and therefore low spec. Dalek he can only shift a few years and a few thousand miles on the surface of the planet. This leads to the idea that the one place on Earth in the first half of the 20th century most suited to the Dalek philosophy is Germany under Hitlesr and National Socialism and leads me to a chilling vision in black and red with chromium and steel accessories… the Nazi Dalek

So theres this idea that The Big Lebowski is a bowling movie. Sure, there’s a lot of bowling related stuff in it, and some of the more seminal lines of dialogue take place in a bowling alley
Yeah, well, you know, that's just, like, your opinion, man

Has the whole world gone crazy? Am I the only one around here who gives a shit about the rules? Mark it zero!
et al.

However I would arge that as we don’t actually see the two main characters actually roll until almost the last scene, that bowling is more of a metaphorical signifier on the movie. It cant be marketed a practical bowling tuition DVD.
So the question remains, If bowling in The Big Lebowski is a metaphor, what is it a metaphor for?

Life in General?

The Artists Struggle?

The Unbearable lightness of Being?

Hoonoze

And I have been looking back over this one. Threes nothing I’m ashamed of and a few bits I’m rather pleased with but future investigators of the Mart as he existed in the early 20th Century would probably point out that there is no underlying leitmotif.,
There a lot of tags, some of a moderately eclectic nature, I’m pleased to say, but to build up a reputation as a savant on a single issue I really ought to focus on areas that I’m interested and get those tag counters up in the numbers greater than one.

That’s an exercise for the near future, but I draw a huge amount of satisfaction that amongs the tags for this post will be the word tag itself.
Cool Huh
I dunno what kinda HTML blogs use but back in the day we used to talk about meta-tags

Is a tag about meta-tags a meta-tag-tag ot a meta-meta-tag?

It this just a rag-tag meta-jumble of jumbled rag-tag tags.

In a rather feeble attempt to tap into the source of all that is great wise and wonderful and to participate in the wonders of blogology I’ve created a mailing list that means I can send important information regarding updates to the rather sensational blog to all who I deem worthy.
You can always hit the ‘subscribe’ button up there at the top of the page and then the blog will automatically keep you up to date

Yet once more o ye laurels and once more…………… I’m forced to take up my pen, or rather put digit to keyboard to protest.

And protest I must ,

In the strongest terms.

“Whats got his goat?”

I hear you ask to which I reply that my social life is none of your affair.

However as your’e here I feel a need to share my outrage and distress and the alarming developments in the world of yeast extract based toast adjuncts.

Who asked forSqueezable Marmite

And why

I’m not going to outline my objections to this vile development. If you want to know why I object e-mail me ( sysadmin.4600@bgn.oxon.sch.uk ).
Suffice to say it al comes down to the opening words of the Dashwoodian National Anthem

Change and Decay in all around I see.

As I’ve already pointed out, my keyboard soaked with the vitriol of resentment, the online dating world doesn’t yet seem ready for anyone as sophisticated, daring and witty as myself. The seem to be a vast number of people who claim a GSOH (Gyroscopically Stabilised Oriental Hake?) but none of them, that I’ve seen at any rate, transfer this GSOH ( Godlike Sensorium outside Harrogate?) onto their profiles. Largely a wit free zone.
It all seems to fit somewhere into the (Groucho) Marxist analysis that goes
”Why should I want to be a member of a club that would have me as a member?”

Shocking News, and news to boot , easily worthy of inclusion in the BookofSand.

the smokers friend, the Succour to the would-be Arsonist, the tool of the Barbeque Chef and Altar-Boy alike, the Clipper lighter has been radically re-configured fot the 21st Century.
(Breif hiatus back there whilst I attempted to research th clipper lighter On-Line, to no avail)
Any hoo and notwithstanding. The point is that for years, years and years, stretching far back into the mists of Antiquity, the thumb wheel components, that is those that sit to either side of the flint wheel and are knurled to provide a degree of ‘grippiness’ have been entirely circular.
But Now, that’s all changed .
In a stroke of genius the circular thumb wheel has been changed to a pentangle shape. There is no deterioration in useability or anything so the proprietors of theis website would like to ask…,

why

OH WHY

OH WHY

Do people have to change things!

Later…..

Guardian Soulmates are just as vacuous and undefined as anywhere else and I curse myself for being a purblind fool and investing any emotional capital in this exercise. A cynic might say that this is just pure sour grapes because no-one has contacted me and I have to put my hand up to that one. I tried to make my profile witty and fun to read. Sill non-bubbly me.

Well then in an attempt to garner wealth praise ands critical esteem I’ve decided to take up, or rather re-take up the cudgels with regard to this blog. I’m sure that the internet is teeming with pimply youths and lonely saddos who are just dying to know my opinions on a range of subjects as diverse as a diverse thing. Sadly my interest in sharing my opinions on Matters of Great Moment is so small as to be vestigial.

I’m more interested in sharing my observations about the lady in the Vanish stain removal product advert, confronted with a stained item that she has just removed from the Washing Machine. The poor woman has already washed this item and yet it still has a stain on it. She doesn’t actually scream”F*g Stains” but to anyone who knows a thing or two about the persistence of memory of previously eaten foodstuffs it’s fairly obvious.

‘Dating for Parents’ the name and implied remit seemed to be appealing so I not only completed the ‘now tell us a bit about yourself’ part but also submitted a fiver to allow me to reply to responses.

It really is terribly reassuring to know that 90% of the currently un-attached Ladies out there have a ‘Good sense of humour’ and that they are ‘caring, bubbly and full of life.’ As opposed presumably to ‘Callous, flat and dead’ However, my feeling is that if you scratch the surface, that’s all you find, a surface.

As for the claimed abilities of these sites to find your perfect partner, one of the few people to contact me vouchsafed the information that as well as being ‘caring, bubbly and full of life’ and having a GSOH (Genuinely Serene Old Haddock) she was into ‘bowlin’. Nothing against bowling here other than the obvious, but the lady seemed to have eschewed the uppercase and dispensed with the letter G.(lol)

Despairing of finding a profile worth the reading, let alone a worthwhile ‘match’ I’ve unsubscribed and am heading off towards the Guardian Soul mate Page.
Watch this space