Get off my cloud

Ever since I did some work experience on a New Media mag and wrote up a piece on popular blogs which found engadget.com to be the most popular blog on the whole wide web I have been entirely addicted to it. I just love shiny pieces of gadgetry and this all-ancompassing technology blog is the essential gadget nerd's number 1 must-read destination.

Anyway, linked from there I found the following post about Nokia phones coming bundled with Stalin themed wallpapers in Russia. Fucking ace. Imagine that, combining the world's favourite mobile phone company with everybody's favourite dead Communist dictator...

Read all about it here:

Stalin Nokias

Nan: Have you put on weight dear?

Me: Aren't you dead yet?

And they moan that we don't spend enough time with them as a family.

'sake

Having much work to be getting on with I find myself suddenly drawn back to my old blog with desires on churning out largely nonsensical diatribes.

So to avoid writing, I am writing. And if I'm not doing this I'm posting on forums or chatting over IM or sending e-mails to people. It's not even as if I have some unfriendly, daunting essay to knock off. It's an article, on something I'm interested in, in fact on something I spend half my time posting about on forums to other people anyway.

I will do literally ANYTHING to avoid working on the features I need to write up and I'm hardly alone in being this way BUT exactly what did all the world's procrastinating writers throughout history do before the internet, the ultimate time-wasters tool?

Like the curious orange himself, I am curious about this query. It's not so much a conundrum as a marginally interesting question, but it is one that needs answering nonetheless, although most likely it never will.

Yeah nice one me, fall for a FUCKING LESBIAN.

And no it's not just a case of "you only want her cause you can't have her". I want her because she's the GIRL OF MY DREAMS.

Why must the gods MOCK me so?