The good news is that, although the light at the end of the tunnel was an on comming train I was able to get up after it smacked me silly and hey presto slightly banged up but at the end of the long dark tunnel never-the-less... well nearly.

I have three more exams, but I also have a new attitude.... as follows.

Lurchie poo is taking his law degree because.... Daddy said he must? no... The fate of the world depends on it? no.... Chicks will put out cos he so smart? not really... they do that cos he got a nice schlong... Cos if he doesn't do it then something bad is gonna happen? also no.

Lurchie is doing this because, he enjoys it and it is supposed to be fun... some where I lost that understanding and it all became too serious and it became all consuming.

WOW how much has changed in just a week.

Engrossed in my studies I have not turned the television on for a week, and whilst eating my gourmet bachelors dinner this evening I thought "what the hay" and turned the box on to catch some news....

Blah blah... corruption... blah blah bombing..... blah blah murder... and then. Pluto the 9th rock from the sun has just become and ex planet.. shit you not the lady on the TV said that it has been disqualified from planethood due to the rules.

How can it be that the entire universe must operate according to a set of determinable rules and law.... but a little creature 6 foot tall believes that he can do as he pleases?      

I know that being a geek is supposed to be all sexy and stuff now, but... well ... can you spell bullshit (you can't --- look back thata way). I am a geek fully and without complaint, and last week I got my new putter... 64 bit dual core AMD monster with RAM for Africa (which is good cos that is where I live -- yes really) and ubber graphics card and all sorts of sweet shit that make it sooooo much cooler for me to read my e-mail. It also explains why I haven't really been talking to any of you wonderful blogger type people... I was gettin my freak on with a machine..... any way I am up now (snigger snigger).

Also - Urban dictionaryu word of the day is "Hasbian" a lesbian who is now involved in a hetrosexual relationship with a man -- I dig it!!

My Mother, if I had one (I made one up see), would have said to me, as I grew up searching for my true north, that God is in the Grand Design and the Devil is in the details and then lovingly add that I spend too much time looking for God. The devil was on the highway last night.

As I hit the on ramp I stifled a groan at the sight of a 2k back up... the pulsing river of red lights saying you're going to be stuck here for a while... I stifled the groan out of instinct because I knew the only reason for a traffic jam of this size at seven thirty in the misty evening would be an accident. The sound of sirens nagging behind me was simple confirmation... one ambulance, then another, and another... sped past in the emergency lane, somebody was going to die! How could I sit and steam in irritation when just a little way down the hill someone was dying?

Most of the other motorists felt the same way and we all waited calmly inching forward a little at a time.. but there is always one motherfucker, one mingy little self serving CUN tsk tsk. Last night she was driving a silver Yaris (cos only a pretentious prick would want to drive that car) with a big fat ass "Jesus Saves!" bumper sticker (devil in the details see) and too brats bouncing around in the back seat. She flew past tail gating an ambo in the emergency lane with here hazards flicking like a gang of teenagers flick cigarettes away when the teacher comes (or not... at the rough schools you know).. man I was pissed.

By the time I got to the actual accident scene, however, I had convinced myself that this poor woman in the silver Yaris was in someway connected to the accident, perhaps one of her loved ones lay torn and bleeding on the tarmac and she was rushing to their side? There are three sides to every story right? So when I saw her receiving a ticket my heart sank once again at the desperate viciousness of this person, hell I would have cried if i wasn't such a manly bloke. Having received her punishment, which I imagine was a token spot fine amounting to not very much - she was grinning her little head off - she pushed back into the traffic.

As she drove past the carnage, and maybe only I saw it because I never look at the accident, I keep my eyes fixed on the car ahead of me, the little boy in the back seat and he couldn't have been more than eight years old leaned out of the window with camera phone in hand a proceeded to take snap shots of the destruction giggling and encouraged by the driver. Then Jesus saves sped away. 

I stopped at the BP service station on my way home, to buy milk, in a funk of a mood, and my mp3 player changed the tune. Nina Simone singing feelin good, and in the parking lot... a silver Yaris, with a Jesus saves bumper sticker... all alone in the corner dimly lit.....

Yup -- I keyed the living crap out of that car... and dashed home fuck the milk!

Ever have one of those jobies where you wanna blog about it by way of purging... but then again eish the truth hurts and it might just cast you in a bad light?

Yup....

Still, I bumped into an old lover (she's not old.... maybe ex would be better, although....not...still) there was no relationship it was a sex type thang only, and only for one month, then she disappeared *poof*, didn't return calls or e-mail, to be sure I didn't try very hard. I didn't stress, or investigate... nadda because I was going through a re-affirming my lusciousness phase, immediately post my gay ex-wife coming out to the world at large, in a 6 month period I ploughed through lovers like Cartman through cheesy poofs... yes yes I was a ubber slut.

So I bumped into her today... and she greets and we chit chat, and immediately I remember what I liked most about her.... it's a little pornographic and if you really want to know sent me mail... as I remember my cheeks flush just a little but she is cool as balls in the winter. An hour later I get an e-mail from her, it was nice to see you she says, how are things?. Never better I reply and ask in kind how are your things? My things are grand she says, and she asks about my Dog..... and thats it!!!

WTF? I just can't have huge elephants in the room.