"I am not a cadaver"

To quote someone famous - recent reports of my death have been grossly exagerrated.

Andrew Smith (no relation) has uncovered a picture that suggests I might have snuffed it. Check out the link above.

To continue with poorly paraphrasing other people's work, I'd like to add that I was simply pining for the fjords, and not pushing up the daisies at all.

It's time for some soul-searching now though - I could have been dead. I should use this time sensibly and realise what I want to do with this blog. A force for good, or a pixelated axis of evil? Heaven knows what could happen if this blog fell into the wrong hands.

Here's some monotonous shit for you: I've ordered a new t-shirt from DJtees - the one of David Gilmour. I'll let my loyal readers know how it goes down when it's delivered and I get a chance to showcase it at a social event.

Who's David Gilmour? Google it. That brings me on to something to rant about, thus completing the holy trinity of a post - rants, jokes, monotonous shit.

I'm getting pissed off with everyone telling me to 'Google it' when I ask them a question. Hey Dave, do you know you to spell phantasmagorical? "Google it". Hey Mike, do you think it'll snow again tomorrow? "Google it". Hey Harry, how's it going? Yeah, you guessed it. Google it.

So a lot of people have heard of this fantastic tool called Google and are delighting in taking advantage our constantly evolving language melting-pot by practicing using Google as a verb. Well done guys.

I know perfectly well that I could use Google to find me a dictionary for Dave, a meteorlogical map for Mike and a horroscope for Harry. I just think it's nice to talk sometimes. You should be proud that I consider you knowledgable enough to be worth asking.

So there.