EAT THIS MySpace!

So, Addy is getting a little technical. Notice the music on my blog. Too cool (you might have to press play, but that's cool too cos then it's your choice to hear it or not). Some songs are a bit weird, so tell me if you come across one and I'll try to remove it. The radio will eat up your bandwidth if you're in South Africa, so don't expect your other sites to load too quickly while you're listening to my selection.

So, to all you MySpace users, Blogger still has it. And I don't have all that annoying advertising and bad kitsch floating crap.

Good news: I'm ready for PCR. I know that makes no sense to anyone reading this but it's a big thing for me... it means I don't have to spend another couple of weeks in the lab extracting DNA.

Bye for now. The weekend beckons.

Are You Taking Me On?

I wouldn't suggest it. If you want, I can post daily. I know you have time to read it all.

...and for those of you who might have found your way here through 'other means', well done. This is my real blog. The one that doesn't have hundreds of people reading it each day. Has anyone heard that Bootleg slash rewording slash parody (I think parody is the right word) of Boulevard of Broken Dreams. It's about blogging. "I blog alone, I blog alone"

OK you lucky sods. Here are the words. If you're really lucky and if you ask me nicely, I'll find the mp3 and let you know where it is or email it to you.

"I spill my guts online
At live dot home dot blog my name dot com
No one hits my site But it's home to me and I blog alone

I dish out brilliant quotes
On the blogger board of broken links
Guess who leaves me notes?
Yes, I'm the only one and I blog alone
I blog alone I blog alone
I blog alone I blog a-

I work all Day to make the Web admire me
It's not my Job; if my boss knew, she'd fire me
That's fine; the New York Times would beg to hire me
Till then I BLOG ALONE

Bla-ah, bla-ah, bla-ah, blah-og Bla-ah, bla-ah, blah-og

I mock celebrities, Politics and sports and TV shows
Then I Google me
And hope it links to where I blog alone

I can't sleep at night
Even on vacation far from home I pull up my site
To know I'm still online and I blog alone
I blog alone I blog alone
I blog alone I blog a-

My only Friends are avatars and smileys
I humbly Post my views then praise them highly
Some day I'll Sell my soul like Bill O'Reilly
Till then I BLOG ALONE

Bla-ah, bla-ah, bla-ah, blah-og Bla-ah, bla-ah
I blog alone I blog alone

I unmask media lies
On the blogger board of broken links
Guess who leaves replies?
Yes, I'm the only one and I blog alone
Hey, look, they Praised me in the News on Sunday
My site got Thirteen million hits in one day
Okay, I Lied, but that could happen some day
Till then I BLOG ALONE"

I BLOG ALONE
Parody of Green Day's "Boulevard of Broken Dreams"
Lyrics by M. Spaff Sumsion

So I didn't get thirteen million hits, but a couple of thousand isn't bad.

Back to the news of the day, if you take me on sister, I'll mock politics and unmask media lies till I'm ble in the face. Save us both the hassle and accept it when we're not up to blogging. This whole competition thing is not my style.

Cool, now I've written a load of rubbish, I've quoted a song and I've done two postings on The Unbroken Barometer (link for my Google ratings, although if you search "Unbroken Barometer" I'm already #1!). I'M WEENING I'M WEENING.

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