Okay, I've re-written the first post in the Guffin War, and I may re-do the second. I've remved some bits, added the odd important word and also fixed the HTML link errors, so everything should be orange instead of blue. I can't get the font size right for some reason, but that doesn't really bother me.

Blue links.

The links are hard to read, by if you open what you want to read in a new tab, the colour becomes a readable orange, like it's supposed to.

I'm too tired to update. Argh!

Sometimes It's hard.

It's hard to update frequently when you're computer breaks down for most of a week and then you have a twelve hour crew call. You get too tired to write. I shall try to finish a post of been writing soon, but the words only come out of my head when i am lying in bed at night, trying to fall asleep.

Going among the mad.

It has been said that I should start a blog, merely because people are tired of having to listen to me in person. If I ramble incoherently to the endless abyss of cyberspace, then I can have the satisfaction of having said something without the virtue of affecting anyone by it. Now, normally I would be loathe to do something that all the kids are doing nowadays, but when your own father starts a blog, you realize that you may, in point of fact, be even further behind the times then you had previously assumed. Since Blogger helpfully points out I created this account last year, this idea had no doubt occurred to me previously.

Nietzsche warned of the perils of gazing into the abyss, but what if we shout into it? What if we fill it with words? Humans do abhor empty space. What if we try to fill the internet up? With something other than pornography, I mean. If that a worthy goal, in this secular age?