Gone away for Christmas? (Alright, December! But, hey, December is the
coolest month, everyone deserves to have it off - and that's my gift to you,
my blessing!).
It's white with frost outside, but happily not David. And speaking of
whites, Richard Pryor died, as you're all probably aware, (except possibly
those of you having it off - December, I mean!).
And here's a statement for anarchists. Anarchy means the most violent rule
the world. Okay, so it's already that way - but without law or government,
Organised Crime takes over, enslaves everyone and makes *itself* the
government. Basically we go back to the Middle Ages and start again, go
through the whatever Inquisition, torture as SOP, murder like in
Nazi-occupied Europe, Rhodesia, Rwanda, etc etc. All espousing anarchy does
is demonstrate your mediocre, schoolboy-level intelligence. Hey, first rule
is *don't* expose yourself! Still, that's what you do, isn't it, so-called
Anarchists? You might as well say the Carbon-based lifeform was a mistake
and what we *should* have is Helium! At least we'd talk funny.
Luvvaduck! I was able to look at my fingers as dressings were changed, able
to watch as the wires were pulled out (really, no anaesthetic!) but now the
Physio's started and the sight of the healing, mishapen fingers, makes me
nauseous. Jeez, supposed to do these exercises every hour! So, getting used
to catnapping. Won't be able to use an axe (note spelling!) for 6 weeks,
lucky to grip one by 4.
Either my memory has largely recovered or I can't remember that it hasn't!
Still leaves the reduction due to no longer having nicotine coursing through
my cerebellum. But the winter son is blazing low above the hillside, the
South-East of the largely-bare trees, and the houses have an almost ethereal
glow this sleepy English Sunday morning that, apart from the odd sign of
modern construction materials has a timeless look, tall oaks with clumps of
missletoe, nothing that would have looked out-of-place 100 years ago. It's
hard to believe this is the same England as the one I've come to know. I
once bought a reproduction of a misty lane that reminded me of one just
beyond the hilltop I can see from here. And yet, compared to the West
Country, this is merely gently undulating.
Right, that's it! Bloody exercises to do! So, if anyone knows how I can
accomplish those using Win ME, I'd me much obliged!
Shane