If we were made of cellophane we'd all get stinking drunk much faster, aha ha ha

2004! I did promise myself a revamped site. Sadly this is it, some colour changes. Although anyone that comes to my house is free to look at my marvellous gradual filled arrow that took me 5 or so hours of pissing about with to get right (I had to download a drawing program, for God's sake. I must say though that for a drawing program with sound effects, it is pretty good) and would be sitting gloriously just above this entry about now, that is if you could upload images to Blogspot, which as I just found out, you can't . Bugger. Shame really, as it looks pretty spiffy. Oh well.

So because of the time that the epic arrow drawing / formatting / slow HTML-thickie positioning / being not happy /downloading / redrawing / basking in glow of the good result / Blogger help-file reading / cursing Blogger's mother effort has taken up, there will be no proper entry here this morning, as was my intention. But there will hopefully be one soon. In the meantime, those of you that saw Pythonesque (mere shadows of Python of course, but not bad for North Americans) comedy troupe Broken Lizard's movie Super Troopers, and laughed quite a lot in spite of yourself (this might well have been just me and Luther, but never mind) may want to go scope out this. Ah, Bill Paxton. Guffaw.

Right, back soon I hope to explain that title, amongst other things.