Comments (03/10/2006 23:44)
Rest assured i am not, in fact, dead.
Actually, allow me to revise that: As i am writing this i am very much alive. This blog entry is not coming to you from the next life, heaven, hell, limbo/purgatory, the spirit world, the netherworld, another dimension or Valhalla (more's the pity). Whether or not i am dead when you are reading this is another matter entirely. Let's not tempt fate any more than we have to. Suffice it to say, a living hand types these words. So please put your minds at ease.
The mention of my curent condition will only make some sort of sense to the 20 people (again at time of writing) who read the previous entry and the even smaller minority of those who made it all the way to the end. Well done you. What you witnessed there was the possibility of my internal struggle against my obsession winning/losing depending on point of view. To be honest, i'm in the dark too - so the 2 people who commented (10% - best proportion yet, interestingly to none) will have to await with barely baited breath the continuation of what i might well possibly retitle "the cliffhanger nobody read!".
But this brings me nicely, evenly and not at all contrivedly (is that a word?) to the core of this entry. If you have a very short attention span - that is comments. (look at the title - it's all in there if you read between the lines...)
Those of us who blog, to a man i'm sure, like to hear back from those of you who read the blogs. I also like to respond to those as it's quite good fun. One in particular caught my eye recently.
Now, i have offered credit's before if people wished to predict by season end or answer a question, but the simple boldness of this comment caused me to feel that i would respond in good faith. By the time this entry is published Antjie will have a shiny new credit. I bring this up here for two reasons, both very good reasons...
1. - I am not buying comments, so don't get any ideas
2. - I am actually proving these offers are not idle. I stand by any such offers. For example, on Friday i bet a student five whole english pounds that he would not eat a jam donut in a bread roll. He did, i lost, i paid up. I am true to my word, and it is the same with credits (but don't think i'll give you one just for the donut roll trick - i leant my lesson good that night. Luckily the booze was free...)
I urge you, comment as much as you want - we like it even if it's critical - actually especially the critical ones! I feel like a polemic and i need a topic! Gizmo - i urge you to come back to the commenting fold!
Life Lessons 3 (i think?) - things i have learnt recently
1. - student's will do anything for money, especially if it involves eating. They will always do it for less than you expect, so never bet with all the money in your wallet. Start with you lowest denomination and work up from there. The hangover is less intense if you can still buy hair of the dog
2. - If you drain ravioli in an aluminum pasta strainer the ravioli can form a watertight seal across all the holes,causing the boiling water to fill up and possibly overflow the strainer. Scalded fingers ensue.
3. - typing with scalded fingers is more difficult to do than you would expect.
4. - Gas from Norway imported through a huge pipeline under the north sea costs LESS than gas found naturally in the UK and kept for UK use. This apparently makes sense.
Ah, the post/pre season week is upon us. Managerlegue sleeps and those of us out of the cups and playoffs sit and stare blankly at an unchanging screen, just waiting for something to happen. Meanwhile, in the ML Towers, high up behind that bronze and marble rococco facade, the game is regenerated, improved and rolled over. They work tirelessly in there, like umpalumpas toiling unquestioningly for the magical, enigmatic Willie Wonka-esque Spinner. how we long to know what goes on in there. How little we care in the end, as the finest, sweetest online football manager game emerges each month better than before...Our dreams are fullfilled...we'll some are...
Banditos, after a poor yet even season dragged themselves into 3rd place on goal difference, only to fall at the first hurdle once again. The most disappointing aspect of this was that had i won tht first playoff, the team i would have met, known as ****my Thermos, are managed by the person whose bck of head i see most of everyday.
That's right, a grudge match, my first, could have taken place! so close! Mabe this was a good thing for me though. The last thing i needed was gloating rights beyond the managerleague world (both here and in my head).
Avoiding that, and the undoubted chanting that would have followed (be that by, or directed towards the crying figure of me) is probably the best thing that could have happened. After all, i don't want to get too obsessed with this do i? Is it not after all, only a game...?
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