The title says it all really. Just as I was getting into the idea of blogging; writing down my daily beefs or shouldered chips, I ended my year-long relationship with the Internet, before I could even sign up to twitter. Don't worry, it was an amicable split, and now we're reunited - but make no mistake, I had to make the first phone call.
Obviously it would have been too simple to write all my ideas from the past two months into a blank work document and upload it now, so I just stored some things in my working memory and forgot others. Again, it matters little because doubtless they'll be remembered during future writings and humorously affect whatever I'm thinking at that time - whenever that may be.
Summing up eight weeks is going to be difficult, especially with the way my mind works - you know the drill, forever lost in a world of tangents, frequently ambling down a thoughtual cul-de-sac only to turn round at the end with no idea how i got there - much like now.
Hmm.
Ah, yeah, summing up the last eight weeks is not going to be easy when so much is going on in the today. Firstly, there's the swine flu or pig flu, or whatever jokey bacon/pork nickname you've already devised. I read today that normal flu kills up to 500,000 people per year, pig flu has so far managed a few hundred, and now the Government has ordered masks, so i'm sure we'll be fine.
Today also taught me that scientists have developed a flourescent dog (no joke!), with luminous red paws. For the record, I know that flourescent and luminous are technically different, but I don't care, the point remains the same.. it is not something a dog needs to be. Not unless it's for Paris Hilton, or a lollipop lady.
This morning had me worrying why the Lion, the King of the Jungle, lives in the savannahs (nowhere near the jungle)... did he move out? Fail to pay his jungle tax? Or was he framed for murder by the monkeys?
Do monkeys even live in the jungle? I toyed with typing "elephants" instead of monkeys, but i'm pretty sure they don't live in the jungle either. In fact, in one and a half paragraphs I've ruined the Jungle Book for myself and that was never the intention.
Tangent alert. Anyway, this morning is as far as my aforementioned poor memory will currently reach but, now with some of the mindular undergrowth out of the way, next time I write I may be able to see the wood for the trees.
Oh, it's just hit me, the original point of typing was this...
Bought Frank Hamilton's EP on a whim. Brilliant.
Maybe I'm better equipped for Twitter.
