Glorious Arrival

Glory of glories, my parcel arrived only 5 days late. Parcelfarce, all is forgiven. I also got charged an extortionate amount of VAT but that's the Labour Party's fault.

Now I feel another rant coming on. Who the hell has time to be all web 2.0'ish these days? I've got podcasts to listen to, blog entries to write, friends to block, noobs to pwn and IM convos to negotiate. I don't have time for breathing, eating or sleeping. Damn you web 2.0, damn you.

I'm so far behind on my podcasts that I can't even be bothered catching up. I can't even be bothered listening to the latest episodes. I can't be bothered even listening to anything at all. Screw you doorbell, telephone, pager (I don't actually have a pager), iPod, timer on bomb: I don't care, I can't be bothered listening to your noises, I need to go pwn paintball noobs.



I have no TIME for web 2.0. StreamK is screaming to me to be developed further, but I can't be buggered. Neither can anyone else. We're all lazy sods, living life to the fullest. And we're too busy having fun to enjoy ourselves. Screw you web 2.0, give me back my life!



See! No TIME!