www.jerkcity.com/deuce/ I want to be him. Yesterday I watched at least five Star trek films. This was indeed bad of me however I’ve remained relatively intact. And I’ve not even mentioned “warp coils” once. I made it as far as The Undiscovered Country before my spine attempted to throttle my brain and I had to pass out in a darkened room. I bought curtains. They are pretty. I love them. They make my room dark. I bought a 5x extension lead. I bought a new drainer. I bought an ioniser. I am going to use the insides to create a weapon SO TERRIBLE even the Metropolitan Police Naughty People Unit will know my name. I have received several more emails asking to be in my film. Which is still entertaining, as I don’t have a film. One day, I’ll work out how to make gmail “reply to all” and THEN THEY’LL BE SORRY. I currently have 147 people’s CVs in my inbox. Who are Sick Puppy Productions anyway? Fucking weirdos... I believe that I may have created a new life form in the back of my fridge. Does anyone know any scientists who’d like to tell me if I’m god or not? www.steorn.net - will they make my coffee taste sweeter? I’m being a bit rambly because it’s lunchtime and I’ve run out of lunch. So I shall go to the bank in a moment and then continue with my afternoon’s work. Which is? Yes. Bugfixing. Gah. My eyes are red from lack of sleep. My mind aching for your input. My legs tired, I’ve walked so far. My behind so soft now you’ve gone. OK, I can’t even be bothered to write poetry. See now? The perfect symmetry Of your eyes Is only eclipsed By your smile All will fade to dust. OK, maybe I can be bothered. Every movement carries within it the seeds of its undoing. — Dune.