Prolixity

A quality I'm becoming less likely to ever being ascribed with. No, I haven't swallowed a dictionary – it's just below 'prolific' and I was hoping that by looking that word up it would have some sort of side-effect on me.

Since my return I seem to be so absorbed with reading that I have no energy to write. This has been encouraged with my discovery of RSS feeds. Yes, I knew they existed, but I finally did something about them, by installing Attensa. This rather nifty bit of software puts all my favourite blogs into my Outlook folders. This has the benefit of keeping me constantly up-to-date and making it look like I'm working at the same time. The downside is the content doesn't appear in the same template as the author intended, it's not as easy to post comments, and you miss out on your AdSense marketing opportunities. Like I'm really going to become an AdSense millionaire.

So I have expanded my daily reads. It is compulsory that you at least read this post in a beautiful revolution, if only because it prompts the comment 'you should blog about your depression because otherwise people will think you are just a penguin'.

I am not a penguin.

Return

Forgive me blog, for I have sinned.

How long has it been since your last confession, my child?

Three weeks, Father blog.

Hmm. That's quite some time. What sins have you committed?

Impure thoughts, lust, gluttony, sloth. The list seems endless.

Good honeymoon, then?

F**king fantastic, thanks.

Cool.