Of Trees and Lil' Jon

So, hi, loads have been going on lately, between me researching the British equivalent of the phrase "That's what she said", examining the behaviour of ants near Sondos and the general area around the Faculty of Dentistry and the fact that my place has more grapefruit than steak, and I don't like grapefruit, I've found myself struggling with a complete computer failure that almost tempted me into removing Windows and installing Linux, a sister who wanted to sue Cadbury for not stating where exactly did they manufacture a particular Crunchie bar, the new levels of lateral squinting the cat's developed lately, and the fact that I've needed to set 7 different alarms to get me out of bed this morning.

So, ladies and, preferably, more ladies, we come down to the question of the day: Why is Ash Ketchum, the protagonist of the Pokemon anime, still around a very young age even though, after so many years, he should be like, 19, or 21, or something? Seriously, after about 10 films, 5 generations and god knows how many seasons, he still sounds more prepubescent than Justin Bieber? Come off it!

Another good question: Why do they call it Twitter? Does it turn people into twits? Seriously, and if it turns people into twits, what does the funky bird have to do anything? If the bird is relevant, it should be called Tweeter, don't you think? And what's with Google becoming a verb? Did you know that, if Google becomes a verb, it would be perfectly legal for, say, Microsoft to use it for their advertising? They can go like "Use Bing for all your fast googling!". Seriously, I read about it in a The Sun article last summer. Just popped right back into my head.

But enough about computing, I sure don't want it to become theme of today's blog. Let's try to ignore that I can see a banner supporting a dude called Amr El Yamany right outside my window. I happen to like palm trees, they're tall, they're sexy, and they're awesome.

NB: In response to a question plenty of fans keep on asking: No, I'm don't do drunk blogging.

So, Sayonara people, and always remember my motto for the day: If it's still wriggling, it probably isn't dead enough to cook yet.