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OK, No One's Answering

So, I heard this song on the radio a few days ago and I remember it from when I was much younger. It's not connected to any particular memories, but it still seems nostalgic like 1980s BBC documentaries. In fact the music video looks like it's right out of NOVA or Life on Earth. Anyways, ELO is quite the band, and Jeff Lynne a personal friend of my hero Georgey Harrison is one of the most underrated producer's of all time. So check out the video for Telephone Line.

This is kind of a shitty post, so ignore it, I'm trying to have three conversations at once.

WHY IS THERE HAMBURGER HELPER IN MY COFFEE!?!

 

How can thy ground that which is un-groundable?

For those who don't know from the name of this blog, my middle name is Butters. It was my name all through secondary school. My mother's maiden name was actually Butters, and because of South Park, everyone who knew this random tidbit called me as such. Luckily for me, Leopold Butters Stoch is one of the greatest television character in the history of Comedy Central. So beat that, dumb asses whose middle names are David or Marie.

Did You See That Ludicrous Display Last Night?

I think from now on, every time Arsenal plays, it should be at 21.00. I'm sick of having to get up before 17.00 if I want to watch a match. During the week they only play at 19.45 or 20.00 and I always have to miss games due to work, so when I do have a weekend to see them play, I don't expect to have to wake up before dinner. Anyways, Robin van Persie beat Wigan today. He's doing well again, I hope he doesn't get injured again and need to rub placenta on his leg. Stupid Giorgio Chiellini, ruined last season.

I don't know much about these internet journal sites. For instance, how much can I upload as far as image, sound, and video files go before I exceed my bandwidth? And do people still get pissed when you direct link to their stuff and take their bandwidth? Do people still use the word bandwidth? Right now my spell checker is telling me that I spelled internet incorrectly. Internet. Apparently it needs to be capitalized? Has it become God, as some philosophers are claiming? When I refer to it, should I be referring to it as It? I'm not on board with that yet. So it remains uncapitalized. Oh no, I accidentally turned spell check off and can't get it to come back. Oh well, I guess I'll pretend this is a typewriter now. No mistakes from here on in, else I can't eRase.

I hope my girlfriend likes Belle & Sebastian. I just put their entire discography on her computer. She'll thank me later.

I need a drink. Buy Little Big Planet 2. And a PS3 if you don't already have one.

If You Ever Step On My Patch, I'll Bring You Down

So, today at work, I had to edit an article about an orange person from Germany, who is apparently a reality tv star, and has sadly passed away. After six surgeries. In the same area. Poor girl. Oh wait, six breast augmentation surgeries. One of her claims to fame was her attempt to give 200 blowjobs in a day, but had to quit after number 75. This is where you write your own joke.


I intended to write more, but Little Big Planet 2 is out. I'm going to play it for twenty hours now.

'Allo

Hi there, I am a Brit named Simon. This is not a blog, because that sounds like something one does after drinking too much. I work for a prominent newspaper (although I am a rather unimportant asset to the company), but I won't say which one for fear of getting sacked. Ok, I will write more later, right now, I have to make some food.