Tumbling back through the archives as part of my ongoing procrastination quota for the day, I realised that it has been a year (and a day) since I first started this shambolic excuse for a blog. It feels great being the proud parent of an overly wordy, smart alecky, heavily backdated, net leeching blog with the vocabulary of almost 70 posts. Writing each post leads me to pour a bit of myself into each sentence, even if most of them are incoherently written or full of smut.
I haven't had as much time to write these as I'd like, especially as of late. In fact, right now I should be writing up a little presentation due Wednesday but birthdays like this don't pop up every day. All I can say is thank you to everyone who bothers tuning in every now and then, even if it's just another post about my crackpot get rich quick schemes or my hatred of pop music.
And so here's to the next year of nonsense. I don't really have a gift for you, dear readers but I can attempt to 'give' you the gift of Black Sabbath via the tubes of the interwebs. Against my better judgment (and numerous uni assignments), I managed to catch a screening of Iron Man today and it's almost as good as I expected. The only thing that could've made it better is if they played the Black Sabbath 'Iron Man' theme tune throughout.
Doesn't that just make the entire film twice as good? The song has nothing to do with the storyline of the comic books at all but at least it teaches you not to pass through big magnetic fields, lest you get turned into iron and turn everyone against you before destroying them all by kicking their heads in with your giant boots of lead. Seriously, that's what it's all about.
Join me next time when I try and explain the particulars of architectural theory. Riveting stuff, that.