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Once more, with feeling.

I really did mean to make something of my blog.com blog. Really I did. Unfortunately, blog.com didn’t mean me to. Quite possibly the template editor is working fine now, but it was down for long enough that I gave up on it. So, now I have a new blog. It looks sort of nice, althoughI have to actually pay actual money to be able to customise the theme, so that’s a bit shit.

A blog, when you get right down to it, is basically a presentational device. It’s another way of sketching a picture of you on the world. So a blog host with a broken template editor isn’t actually anything at all. Not having customisation is pretty poor also, but I’ll perservere.

The other disappointment is that otherwords.wordpress.com was already taken, so I’ll have to make do with otherword, which isn’t half as good. Again, it’s a rough edge on the image I’m trying to project here. That’s one thing blogspot has over this.

I’m not sure if it’s my imagination, but this editor appears to indent my paragraphs. That’s nice. One thing that annoys me about forum software is it usually doesn’t allow for indentation.

In other news*, my flatmate has perfected a sublime form of mental torture the likes of which has not been seen since the heyday of the Inquisition. (Their main weapon was surprise.) I was waken from my bed today by the orations of Robbie Williams proclaiming his disinclination to rock, disc jockey. And that’s fine. I’m not going to begrudge him terrible 90s pop. But what’s beyond me, what I can only assume is a sinister, abominable machination of the man, is that he listens to it daily. Multiple times. I don’t suppose anyone else has experienced this particular trial, but there is only so long you can last before it begins to eat into your sanity. I’ve started humming it! Humming it! Without knowing! People will think I’m crazy! Every day he plays it! Is it all he owns? And if it is, wouldn’t he eventually get tired of it? Someone was singing it at the society yesterday and I honestly, for one moment, thought that perhaps I was the subject of some grand conspiracy.

That’s enough rambling. I’ll return in due time with some actual content.

If I last that long.

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* I kind of like the idea of having a separate blog for news aggregation running in tandem with this one which I could call Other News. I wish I knew how to hyperlink this footnote up and shrink the text so it looked a bit more snazzy. Snazzy? I am losing it.