Love stupid pointless videos with nonsensical titles? Then click here to try a little something from a documentary that screened on Seven a while back named "The Man Whose Arms Exploded". No, this is not something I've made up in order to make you click that link but a genuine programme with an awesome title. His arms weren't exactly filled with sticks of C4 or anything, he just worked out on steroids a lot.
(In case I've managed to triple post this - the embedded player fucked this site about a fair bit, but not after I failed to put the correct year into the box which sent this post flying back through time. Talk about reliving the past. The link to the video can be found here.)
In terms of backdating posts this one goes back a fair while due to obvious reasons such as my laziness when it comes to blogging. So in order to make this feel more timely, I suggest you party like its the 8th of September, 2007. I'm sure that's why Prince changed the title of his famous song from December 31st, 2000 to the far catchier and rhymable 1999... no cut-through or recall at all.
Yes, times were very different back then. I was still unemployed, and hence the explosion in useless blog posts. The economy was still in good shape (it's true - look at those interest rates), and every other half bit columnist starved for material was writing about Facebook. Ooh, look at me! I'm in my 40s and I'm on my child's friends list! How hurtful and embarrassing for him/her! Watch them squirm uncomfortably in front of their computers as I write friendly hellos on their walls! Watch them squirm some more as you talk about their friends at the dinner table! Break down those intergenerational borders for the sake of a slight chuckle? Sure, count me in! But it sure is fun and entertaining for me, all while filling up my word count for the week too! Is that too many exclamation marks for one paragraph?!
Phew, where was I? It seems all so confusing all of a sudden. Though in all seriousness, Facebook no longer has the grip it once had on me. It's pretty cool for keeping up with friends you might not otherwise be able to keep in touch with, especially those overseas in my case. But once you get over the constant checking of updated statuses and new photos from the 21st you just dragged yourself in from, there isn't as much to do afterwards. For a while the only thing keeping me there was Scrabble, and even then I needed a break from the bad habit of dictionary combing for obscure Welsh spellings that are supposedly used today. I guess I could try and set up a ten step type program to rid you of Facebook addiction by creating a group on Faceb~... oh, nevermind then. It's a bit like trying to cure alcoholism by taking someone to Oktoberfest.
Until next time, try and write about a part of your anatomy that exploded. Obvious answers will not be accepted.
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I don't remember seeing something sicker than that for quite a while now.