Dam inhabitants of nostril land.

It’s got absolutely nothing to do with global warming or the yellow parakeet that lives in your rectum, nor anything to do with the rainbow nation hitting puberty, or the little funny onion thingies in your soup. It has a little less to do with our appalling service levels, smell ignorant police, unqualified teachers, poly-unsaturated / mono-saturated fats, weekend’s on the east rand, and getting lost in the west rand. Or even to do with me being capped after browsing a few too many websites and downloading too much (legal) stuff. It may have something to do with the Far East economies, but that still needs to be confirmed. Some may ask how it all affects the price of cheese, but that is just ridiculous, all I do is go outside and pick some from our lovely cheese garden. It all makes about as much sense as saying the price of cut grass…. “Yes, I’d like a cup full of Canada green, a hand full of Serengeti and a pinch of crab grass.”.. ”Hmm, lovely grass soup, don’t forget the funny onion thingies though.” Where was I going with all that seems to elude me at the moment, must be the dam far eastern economy, or something.

AS you may have / or not gathered, I was degraded to a sans internet status for the last week or so of last month. It gave me time to catch up on a little reading (note to self we need a new tv guide), some chores, some other stuff and a good deal of playing Ragnarok Offline Battle. It is a doujin (fan made) game by a company called French Bread (Don’t worry I have yet to find any frenchiness to it, although there is also a decided lack of Englishness too.) The game is in Japanese (I think) and pretty much entails you going on a quest to wonder the country side, while beating the crap out of cute little bunnies, mushrooms with teeth, cute little bunnies, cute little doggies, funny things with long tongues, a scare crow and more cute creature of various descriptions. It releases our innate hate for all things cute, this easiest identified by giving a baby a cute stuffed animal, babies are rather ill equipped to fight any meaningful battles, so they in fact rely on their blunted gums and over active bowels to soil, destroy, humiliate and other bad things, to said cute stuffed creatures. No wonder we all come out a little odd, because the adults who are supposed to protect infants are continuously dressing them in, surrounding them with obnoxious cute little Satan beasties. It warps the psyche, turning our natural inborn hate to turn into a silly wimpering “Ahhh! That’s cute.” I propose a boycott on all things cute, fluffy and pink. We shall surround our young with sharp objects (which can be used to attack cute things that try corrupt said infant), and dark colours. The “terrible” twos are merely complaining about all the cute crap lying around.