Happily more KNowledgable through toil

Yes, apparently its something to do with the original 'Weebles' which wobbled as much as you like but resisted the pressure pressing on them to actually go and fall down. So Weebl is forever Wobbl. Which is unfortunate because Weebl is far the superior name. Weeeeeeeeble. Not Woooooooooble. You can't get the same effect from extending a round mid vowel. Or something. I forget.
Just flavouring my air with Interpol. I bought '...bright lights' based on much people things bubbling like swamps about how wonderful it was and promptly didn't listen to it for ages. fgiving it another go to see if it can improve with age. I think the Music 'new album may be doing that to me and dogs die in hot cars are just all over my boing like a rash. Ad even I can't cope with that last sentence.
I also got shown the weird language settings on Google, including Bork Bork Bork. I'm glad Will is a computer fiddler, he could explain. It doesn't stop my head hurting though. I always wondered what other people do. All the time.
I like my currency display. Okay, so three note just doesn't realy cut it, but the presence of the rand beefs it up to notch fourteen at least. Definately worth three bleens. But I may get more at some point. I don't care if I haven't been to the country or not. Must have grubby notes. Oh yes.
And now I go take over world with forks, and a piece of Brie, and some spanners. I like spanners. Voooom.

Why Does It Have To Be Wobbl?

Why? I mean, come on. He's clearly a Weebl. Cause they wobble and don't fall down. But no. It has to be changed for the 'MTV' generation or something. Because they wouldn't get the reference. Get knotted. Loosebags.
On a higher note, and with the spendings of the money in anticipation of the christmas happenings, I think to myself, ,can I really be prepared to spend money on people who aren't me? It is a wrench, I have to tell you. But I think I might be able to consider doing so, having already spent around forty pounds on absolutely nothin. Well, I bought stuff for people, but I haven't really bought it for anyone inparticular. I'm just keeping up the 'men can't christmas shop' to save their lives end of the bargain. Which I made up with Satan. Last tuesday.
However, I cannot believe i am STILL in happiness about my new 'multiregion' dvd player. Zim boxset out dontcherknow. Oh yes. OooooooOOOh yeeeah. tempts me it does. Ooh so much am I tempted. But a ittle bittle bit steep in asking price, like Discworld beer glasses. Which should be gathered up and broken just to really annoy some people who spent FIFTEEN pounds on them. And make them feel ashamed when there are starving tramps in the world (not that I give two flying metric tones of rotten orange peel, but you get the moralistic fuzzy area).
I continue to mod el cheapo christmas cards in the jhope I will be seen as FUNNY and ORIGINAL with a rye eye cast over the festivities. Probably. not.
I don't even thing they're funny.
Curl up and ROT man with bagpipes.

Nurge, I have to TOIL tomorrow.

I don't WANNA toil. I want the world to come to me bearing gifts of food and money. Well, what do you know? Soon they will, in the name of a man who may well have existed and probably knew not that his birthday would be warped in order to stamp all over the Pagean rituals already quite well established in the English world, and then exported all over the world where people were already doing quite well thank you and they didn't need All that cack thANk ye ver' mucha.
Well blow goats.
Hey ho, nevermind. I should sleep soon. I do need to be up at the crack o' dawn. Shopped to day for the festive season. Did my usual trick. Bough crap. Got home. HAven't actually bough anyone anything, just STUFF. I can't do this shopping thing for other people. I don't know what other people like. I mean, what sdoes my mum want? Really? All I know is that she doesn't want more tat to bury the house uner so i suppose i buy things that are consumable, which I am well up on.
Panic. Mildly.
I think I'll go back on the crack. It seems to be the done thing.

Passing Thoughts Of A Witless Biscuit

Passing Thoughts Of A Witless Biscuit
A-haaaa, now I get it. Okay, to buisness. Yes, the christmas market in Lincoln is a fine and highly compressed thing, with many thousands of people milling a round like so much people based soup. Far too many in fact, and I think it would do people good to pay attentionto the national mottoe of my country and FOR GOD'S SAKE STOP BREEDING! This may be seen as unreasonable in some people's eyes, but I still maintain we need a few less people.
I just scribbled some things, which look rather cool. I think what I really want to do is scan them and make them available. Now how the hell do I do that?
Some sort of scanner would be in order methinks. Time to go on the rob/beg/borrow/etc. Aside from that, the day has brought a Terry's chocolate orange, which has since been devoured. Now, not wishing to be a psycho but did they always only have the cunning moulded print imitating the inside of an orange on one side on each orange segent or have they downscaled it recently? I think we should be told.
And for the sake of anything, I urge people to start their own country. I did. I feel good about it.

chew on that, scalp-freshers.

Passing Thoughts Of A Witless Biscuit

Passing Thoughts Of A Witless Biscuit
This is merely a test. Doe sthis indow work, or do I have to destroy it?