...signs of life

Long time - no posty.

Blogging really is a phasey thing for me ie, I completely lack the commitment to see anything through…except a large Prawno from my local pizza place… and the director's cut of Lord of the Rings-Return of the King. I'm the kind of bloke who gets a diary/planner for Christmas and writes "Start using diary" in the January 1 box, which turns out to be the last time I ever see my diary.

Oh and there's my commitment to Q and this little munchkin, who has come along to upset my habit of indulging myself in utterly selfish pursuits and generally ruin my delusions of a robust bachelorhood, now lost…in the most wonderful way!

I questioned whether to post this picture without Phoebe Seraphina Richards' consent. I tried to explain to her the moral implications associated with the rise of social networking sites and modern privacy issues, but she just grinned and pooed her pants. And anyway it's on Facebook, so according to reports she is already being stalked by thousands of weirdos and about to have her brain scanned by Google for marketing purposes. Meh. What are you gonna do?

So that's a good excuse for not doing my homework; I've been busy making people. It sure beats "the dog from Pixar ate my post". In fact, she's the best excuse I'll ever have for anything.