Incoming!
Woohoo! The guys over at aboutmylife.net have posted a news story indicating that the ujournal blogs should be available at some point on Monday. Looks like I’m going to have a bit of a busy time importing them all!
Author: John
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Our Tristan worked out how to ride his bike over the summer 🙂 We were very proud – he did a great deal of wobbling about before finally getting the hang of it, but once he did there was no stopping him. Needless to say, two days later it started pouring with rain and, well,
Incidentally, regarding Halo 2
Ok, so we all know it was leaked – probably by someone at the mastering plant. It still strikes me as extremely wierd that some people will quite happily download and play a leaked videogame but would be incredibly peeved if you referred to them as a thief. Course, the leakage is generating a shedload
Another day, another blog.
I’m still hoping that http://www.aboutmylife.net will be able to recover my blog from uJournal, but in the meantime I’ve migrated over to moveabletype, just in case. We’ve had an adventure packed time of it of late – our house is going on the market next week cos we’re moving! We’ve had an offer accepted on
Oh dear.
Oh dear. I’m not doing a very good job of keeping things up to date, am I? A bit of good news is that all the entries that were previously hosted by ujournal should be recovered later this week. The ujournal database has been taken over by aboutmylife.net, so I should be able to dig
I apparently don’t know what date it is.
Last Friday has been the 24th until I came in today and discovered it was only the 23rd today. Anyhoo, much silliness aside, let’s get on with the job in had. Which is MOANING. I have many things to moan about today, but here’s a few to get us started: Banks are gits. They charge
Bah humbug
uJournal appear to have vanished up their own unmentionables in some form of freak accident (no doubt involving a leopard). After the world-famous Nelefa Blog (or Neleblog as we at Nelefa Towers fondly refer to it) being unavailable for over a week, we’ve decided to replace it with something we do ourselves. If you see
WASP!
One of my children was stung by a wasp at the weekend. That sentence, on its own, paints quite a vivid picture, doesn’t it? Sort of. You see, the thing is this: a sting exists in nature as a defense mechanism, allowing small delicate insects to defend themselves against much larger predators. So, how does
Spamming Fucktards
NO! I do not want an eight foot long penis. I do not want to look at cavorting cheerleaders. I do not want a herbal alternative to viagra, and I most certainly do not want to see “Hot naked barely legal chicks getting off with giant octopus people from the third void of Quarg”. What
Made Up Biscuit Names
Alright, so I was in a shop the other morning, cruising for a nice chunk of biscuity goodness. I was perusing the shelves in a fairly nonchalant kinda way when my eye alighted on the straw that broke the camel’s back. Fox’s Sprinkle Crinkle Crunch. Sprinkle Crinkle Fucking Crunch, ladies and gentlemen. Apparently they’re sprinkled