| no one like you | p-square |

I have been up to no good recently actually. My landlord is on my arse, but fret not, he is not doing what you gutteraded people are thinking. I went out and bought  a theme for head FIRST that cost the equivalent to three month’s rent and he is not amused. So for the moment i am climbing in through the back window and parking my car at the Police Station every evening.

He still insists that the fact that i have no money being irrelevant to his case. I have promised to pay him on a pro-rata basis but he thinks this idea ludicrous as it shall take about four years to recover his money. He claims, that he frankly does not have that much faith in me and instead was eyeing my television rather too keenly. To avoid joining Baz i shall be forced to sell something else to keep him off my back.

In other news:
There seems to be a case supporting my staunch support for the not having children campaign. I always thought that having children and raising them is not everyone’s forté and i have been finally vindicated:

It made perfect sense, that is, until a reviewer pointed out to me that the main effect of being a parent was very large and negative, slightly larger than the positive interaction effect. In essence, what the totality of my data analysis shows is that being a parent sucks, but it doesn’t suck as much if you are married. Or, conversely, it means that being married is great, but it’s not as great if you also have children. Of course, the question is: Why does being a parent suck? Why does parenthood make us unhappy? This does not make any evolutionary psychological sense at all.

Now all ye follow me and we shall lead happy prosperous lives in peace and harmony, dedicating all out time and affections on each other till death, cheating, irrational behaviour or whatever else sets us asunder.

Now please go read head FIRST.

Fuck that.

Get your arses over there before i allocate some of the leather off my shoe to said part!

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| forever | chris brown |

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There is indeed only one way to find out, that is to ask them.

“Why the heck are you not reading headFIRST?”

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Proceed to leave a comment here about why you do not.

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| look after you | the fray |

I could not let an auspicious day like today get by without a post. 

Sadly this is the entire post. You could take a look at what the rock has been cooking on the other side though.

| superman | five for fighting |

Current stories at headFIRST:

Broiled Reproductive Equipment; No Longer an Urban Legend

Once upon a time I understand the men and women of this so-called human race were virile, fecund, lush of womb and testicle and procreated like their survival depended upon it, and it did, then. With time and such great effort where they copulated without a care or a thought to encumbrances due to an excessive abundance of resource, varied fare of receptacle and stick, and of bountiful provender and refreshment in fruit ripe or barely so, plucked with great abandon, cherries popped with the shout and pomp of uncorking of champagne bottles at a ball and they proceeded to choke the earth full of their mostly proscribed offspring.

How to Make Yourself Vastly Perceptible at a Wedding

It is rather difficult to be noticed at a wedding, of any kind, trust me I know. I am aware that there are a few brides who have the very same problem but today I am tackling the angle of you the standard garden variety guest who has been invited and coerced into paying for the wedding and coughing up a lung to purchase the couple a brand new apartment in the suburbs, fortunately not in your neighbourhood for surely that would have forced foreclosure on your own hovel.

No Country for Old Men Review. Are they really that old?

No Country for Old Men, adapted from Cormac McCarthy’s novel is a thriller directed by Ethan Coen and Joel Coen, starring Tommy Lee Jones Javier Bardem and Josh Brolin. It runs for 122 minutes and is Rated R for strong graphic violence and some language.

The Dark Knight Review. Has Batman Met His Match?

I was blown away by this fantastically good movie; it is as dark as it is intense. It has been a while since I had been to watch a movie on the big screen and I was not disappointed in The Dark Night, more like I was disappointed by the theatre that showed it, apparently they received a damaged copy and did not bother to return it for a replacement and showed it to the public in that format without alerting them that there was a problem with the sound in some sections of the film and would experience muffled sound on several scenes including some extremely critical parts of the movie. That was very irresponsible of them since they did lose credibility and more because all the people within earshot were grumbling rather loudly about the hiccups.

10 reasons why you should keep to the speed limit

Recently, I had opportunity to explore the merits of slow driving [this is, for the uninitiated, keeping religiously to the urban speed limit of 50 kph], which I found to be, including but not limited to:

1. Time to take a nap on your way to your destination.
I cannot name the number of times I have fallen asleep at the wheel, from boredom and long periods of inactivity as results from the low speeds. Good for catching up with lost sleep from when you slept at 4 am instead of your usual 9 pm bedtime. And surprisingly this was done without injury or loss of life or limb, or in any case bits of the car being knocked off!