WANKER

Oooooooooooh hello - what have we here?

Just when you think it can't get any worse, some cunt creeps up behind you and knocks you about until the washing capabilities of that Vietnamese guy who cleans the blinds every midsummer seems somewhat repugnant compared to the young lady you escorted to the jelly bean factory on Tuesday. Don't get me wrong - I'm not a fascist. Vietnamese people rank quite highly for me as far as Asian countries are concerned. The threat of communism was never a bother for me nor was the threat of the north Vietnamese people in general. But I have to be honest here - who hasn't, from time to time, questioned their beliefs? I, for one, have questioned my beliefs. Who hasn't?

Well, it's that time again. I don't know why I keep leaving it so late and it is unfortunate that the petty quibbles that led to the delay of progress have sent me to the Ya-Yas and back. Speaking of Ya-Yas; get them out. I want to see them.

All the different colours. Infinite amount of colours if you think about it. Think about in an Analog sense. If you think of it digitally, these things become finite and I'm not a man who likes dealing in facts or half measures. Indeed, I am not saying that Nyquist was a moron - but it is mathematically impossible to argue that just because you're reading the effect of something 44100 times a second doesn't mean that if you were reading it for an amount of time so small that nobody can comprehend it (think 1 divided by infinity) would certainly raise a few eyebrows.

When you're on a roll, you're on a roll. That's my philosophy this midsummer.