It's plausible, nay likely, that I've completely run out of steam with the whole blogging lark. Through four years (or something) of existence, there have been large periods without any entries at all, but never before has there been a period with quite such an irresponsible lack of humour as that in which we currently reside. I never said the bloody thing had to make you laugh, but invariably at least one post in four (87% of statistics are made up on the spot, remember. Also worth noting 87 is my favourite number) had some humourous element. I've sacked all that off now, though, haven't I? It's dropped down to 1 in 14,000 or so (roughly. I've not broken out the Casio on that particular calculation), which is frankly lame. I put it down to working too hard, and also to a lack of sunshine, an imposition forced by my current office-based work schedule. I therefore plan to remove the upper layers of my office building, and work in the glorious sunshine in which we currently bask, like basking sharks without all the fins.
Sometimes I go out by myself, and I stare across the water. Except that I'm not actually one of the Zutons, and I only know a couple of people called Valerie (my aunt, my landlady), and I don't live near all that much water. Unless you count the pond, and let's face it, staring out over three feet of murky, tadpole infested water isn't really what they're getting at, right? I think what I'm trying to say is that I'd like to go out sometimes, and stare across the water.
I raised the idea of moving to Australia recently, in a roundabout sort of way. Which is to say I said I wanted to live there, and that it was great, and Jen said 'do you want to move there?'. On sunny days, when I'm working for someone else's profit, I wonder what it would be like. I love my life here, to be honest. I don't love my work, but then that's nothing unexpected. Sometimes I desperately want to write. Oh shit, it's all gone a bit random and directionless again. I'm out of here.

Ever get the feeling that everyone around you understands things a little better than you do, that you're missing the point somewhat and not really getting things? I've felt that way since I was about 12. Every day of my life. I don't know what it is, but I'm constantly out of my depth. People think I'm getting it, but I'm actually just very good at making you think I know what I'm talking about. I'm not really getting anything much at all. I'm constantly swimming against a tide of incomprehension. Seriously need to be doing something with my life that doesn't tax my brain, because I think I left it behind a long time ago.
We have a rabbit, called Arthur. This is new. A picture of Arthur will almost certainly appear here if I post one. It might not, even if I do, but there's a good chance.
We also went snowboarding. It was fun. Lots of fun. No pictures will appear here unless they give me one of those clever CDs of pictures, because I took my old film camera away, it being much smaller and lighter than my digital behemoth, and thus more suited to the alpine ranges. I might get one of those clever CDs of pictures, just in case. You never can tell. I tried and failed to break myself. No-one else was seriously injured, although I doubt Fi's knees will ever be the same again. More snowboarding, now!
T' weather has become spring. This is not entirely unusual, since the season, too, has become spring, and we are into the months generally regarded as 'spring'.
My car needs a good clean, but I really can't be bothered. Maybe I'll save it up as a treat for the weekend, when I also have to run 10k for charity. I don't know which I'm dreading more. Probably the car cleaning, because at least the run just involves running, not going down to the cellar (to get the car cleaning stuff, of course). I don't like the cellar, it's too short for me by several feet, and a few hands and the odd head, too. Kafer seems to get on well enough with the place, but then she's barely two hands high, not likely to bang her head. Jen's generally ok, although she still has to duck a bit at the bottom of the stairs. We've not tried Arthur down there yet.
I have to go now, because I've run out of 'interesting' things to say. Goodbye.