25th November: Where's my snow?

I got all excited recently. I was told that there was going to be snow. I was looking forward to the customary snow-down-neck treatment that seems specially designed to be used on me. I was looking forward to freezing the part of my anatomy that is partly responsible for the continuance of the human race. I was looking forward to, in general, having absolutely no fun whatsoever. Snow is, normally, quite good fun. Except when I try to have fun on a larger scale. Then it just gets boring, or stupid, or unpleasant.

But this snow seems to have evaporated. The sunlight must have melted it or something. You know... the really hot days at a mere minus three degrees meaning that all of this mystical snow has just decided to run off and form puddles a few miles down the road. It's typical. The only time there's any chance whatsoever of it not raining, the skies mystically clears and we end up with sunlight so cold we'd be better off with a little cloud cover to trap some heat in. Like the roof on a house. Only slightly bigger.

I reckon that this time of year proves all these scientists that go on about global warming wrong. I mean.. when I'm beginning to feel absolutely nothing because it's all frozen (some days I swear that instead of icecubes in a drink I could just stick my fingers in and watch the glass freeze. Not that I have icecubes when the weather is as cold as this. Woud be suicidal) then I begin to wonder just what they're going on about. I mean.. surely if global warming was actually happening then my internal organs wouldn't be slowly freezing over in an early ice age.

Not that early mind, if you believe the statistics. Apparently, we've gone past the point of no return recently. For the fourth time. I can't decide if the government are being clever and using panic tactics, or whether they're being stupid and can't realise that you can't go past more than one point of no return when once you've gone past it you've doomed the world due to a deficiet in the cycle that slowly winds life to a halt.

I could go into detail, with diagrams and numbers, but I can't draw on WordPad and if I use numbers then Charlotte will kill me. Peacefully, of course, but I'll still end up dead. Probably wouldn't hurt, but y'know. It might.

I think that the first point of no return was in something like 1997, then 1999, 2004 and 2008. It's almost every four years, looking at that list of dates. Maybe the scientists responsible for interpreting statistics get paid on a four-year basis... so they have to be clever once every four years or so, and after that they can just relax for another few years until they get told to play with more numbers to make twenty trillion disappear and to make a tax cut raise the income gained by the government.

If you don't get the first reference I'd love to know what drugs you've been on for the last few months. Something that could wipe out memories of the economical equivalent of an anti-matter explosive device being dropped in the midlde of europe sounds like good fun. Not that I would buy it mind. I don't do drugs. They might have a negative effect on my personality and make me comprehensive, logical, sensible, mature and all those other things that everyone thinks I am. They might even make me intelligent!

But the second reference is a little more abstract. It relies on the wonderful thing called VAT dropping. You know about this? Value Added Tax is being dropped by two and a half percent to boost the economy. What the government didn't mention is that instead of this making prices drop - so you can all buy more - the reverse will happen. You're probably looking slightly confused. Tax cut means lower prices right?

Sure.. it does. Presuming that at no point along that particular products delivery system is it delivered by roads, planes, train or any other form of transport developed after about 1850. The reason why? People that do deliveries can claim back VAT on their fuel costs. So when VAT drops, they get less money back. So to make the same amount of money, they charge more. This means that you get a knock-on effect. VAT goes down, drivers charge more, goods cost more in shops so that they make the same profit.

Add onto this, of course, that road tax is increasing to reduce the impact that dropping VAT will have on the budget. And that sometime in the next four years VAT will be lifted up to one percent above it's original value. And that income tax is being increased. And that, in fact, apart from VAT, there's not really much good news in this years budget.

Unless you're a teacher, nurse, doctor or otherwise employed by the government. Then any budget is good news. That's what you get paid with!

I had a brief philosophical discussion with a friend earlier today. He said that only proper companies could have the '.co.uk' website as it actually meant 'company in uk.' I was fine with this, I knew this. I agree with it. It's a fine idea in principal.However, he then went on to say that things such as Facebook and Bebo and Myspace and gamesites and other wonderful things like that shouldn't have .co.uk web addresses. Don't ask me why. He's a little stupid. Everyone knows that Facebook is a company. That's probably going to go bust.

Then I don't know what I'll do with my spare time. Maybe I'll even have to get a life!

For those that don't know - those that stumbled across this blog by accident and got caught by the first line and are now wondering why the hell they are reading through this and just what sort of person I am - I'm a member of an online forum named 'HEXUS.' I learnt a valuable lesson yesterday. Don't post after 11pm when you're pissed off having had a fairly bad day, are depressed in general and are basically not enjoying life at all. You'll only take it out on other people and it'll only backfire.

Lesson learnt. Now then.. time to go and post. Stupid people.

They do, however, have some very good emoticons which I would steal, as soon as I work out what the best way of stealing them is. They have this one of a smiley face hitting another smiley face over their head (face prehaps?) with a metal board of some description. It's awesome! How often have I wanted to hit someone over the head with a hefty chunk of metal? Quite a lot actually. For varying reasons, but I'm not going to bore you with details.

I'm sure that you all have lives to lead and whatnot.

If you've read this right from the beginning, when I started this, then I'm worried about your mental state. Why do you care about what goes through my head at about midnight on varying days of the week? Do you have serious mental disorders that lead you to believe that this is actually something of interest? Do you have not so serious mental disorders that lead you to believe the same thing, but with less effect? Or, even worse, do you know me?

I'm not really sure what'd be worse. Finding out that a friend is mentally unstable or finding out that they take an unhealthy interest in what I do. I mean.. one of them is worriyng for the obvious reason that finding out that someone I know, and have known for a fair amount of time, is a lunatic would show just how little I actually know about how normal people act. But finding out I have a stalker? That'd be worrying.

Anyway, musing aside, this thing is nearing three hundred pages now. The edited version is about one thirtieth of that. About 10 pages, I think, which is practically nothing as compared to the largest one. It proves just how much drivel I write. How much off-topic, of no-interest and whatever other derogatory comment you wish to make about it writing I can type in the hours so large that they're nearly small.

I thought that, for once, I'd end on a thought for the day. But before that... I got some stuff in a chainmail e-mail. Surprisingly enough. This one as actually quite good junkmail. It listed a bunch of points on how to lead your life, and chainmail bit aside there's a few things it said:

'Only ever say 'I love you' or 'I hate you' when you really mean it.'
Well, obviously. You know how much confusion and agonisation it'd save? I'd quit worrying and go and find something slightly more interesting to do. No more details though. Someone might piece the clues together. Not like I haven't already told y'all, but y'all a little too clever to see it. In the nicest way possible.

There's a few others as well. I'll give them to you next time I remember to read the email today.

So, a few thoughts for the day.

Hope leads only to disappointment. Idleness only to evil. Wisdom is the beginnings of power.

I'll leave it up to you to interpret them, unless you're really dense and need hope. Charlotte.. you've got my email address. Use it when you get stuck.

I'll explain it using numbers if you want?