Blogroll update [with a few tears and cheers along the way]
The whirlwind life associated with being a jetsetting Powersurge has rather curtailed my time sitting in front of this old steam-powered Analytical Engine of late, with the result that my last 6 posts consisted of 28 words between them, of which only 16 were unique (post titles excepted).
Hell, I don't even know whether all of the above are still active, let alone what's going on in their ever-interesting lives at the moment. They might have all been killed in a freak internet accident for all I know. Not having been able to keep in touch leaves a strange sense of melancholia. Much more so than when I've simply not having heard from friends or family members in months or years, which must be nice for them to know. I can't explain it - must be a blog thing; much like I can't explain the fact that I've started this paragraph with the expression "Hell", and I'm not even American.
Talking of "Blogthing", I doubt you remember failed manufactured Brit girl-group Girlthing, but I did something to their telephone line once. But I egress.
With my recent online reading activity being strictly limited, so much so that I'm not even reading these words as I type, it would seem like a strange time to add anyone to the blogroll, but contrary as ever (or something very similar) that's exactly what I'm going to do. Jeez, I've got old draft posts dating back from years ago just waiting to get published on VSX, but I'm not going to let this one slip any further. And yes, I really did start that sentence with the word "Jeez" (I once read a blogger do something similar, but obviously he hadn't made the Jesus connection, as he started his sentence with "Gees", which sounded amusingly like "geese". But anyway)
So new to my list of lists, its Ron Lyre's Forked Tongue, a second outlet for Ron's never-ending and much-envied wit and wisdom (and its a pleasure to see his second outlet, let me tell you.) I was round Ron's parts just earlier today, by the way. His home-town I might add, fearing that my stream of innuendo may well just be getting too much to bear.
Secondly, may I welcome to my sidebar Diary of a Wage Slave, and its a pleasure, since we're all wage slaves of one sort or another, except those who are lucky NOT to be. Bastards.
And finally, its Mr Biffo's Blog (the blog formerly known as Biffovision, by the writer formerly known as Paul Rose). I can't tell you how excited I was to find this - I was drifting on the winds of Google some weeks back, wondering why there was so little information available about the reversible sedgewick (little did I know that I was mispelling it as "sedgwick" - bah!), when I stumbled across my former breakfast teletext buddy's blog...
This man and his televiddy chums made me who I am today. Him and the Big Breakfast. They've got a lot to answer for.
And quite scarily, by matter of coincidence my wife bought me Mr Biffo's book - Confessions of a Chatroom Freak - for a recent anniversary present. Who said romance is dead?.
You will no doubt be mightily relieved to hear that The Frumplingtons have not been involved in any freak internet accidents. Although we did manage to narrowly avoid a freak wallpapering tragedy this afternoon. You know, how it starts to unpeel from the top of the wall, rapidly gathering pace etc etc. Our tiny hearts were all a-flutter, I'll have you know.
As for not having much time for reading other blogs, I personally keep up with favourite blogs and news via Bloglines. Why not give it a try?
I'm fine, thank you Ms Birdy - busy at work and at home, but very good none the less. Top of the world. King of the world. Paul King. I'm all of those things.
Looks like I'll need to update my records once again, Mr Astolath. You're just trying to keep me on my toes, I knows it.
And thank you Frumplington 1 for your advice. I'd thought about using some sort of RSS reader. However the trouble is that I'm not even finding the time to deal with my email at the moment... there's too many words in the world, and too many of them are work-related. Talking of which, I'm off. Though I've got a draft or too up my sleeves for later...