Apparently Blogger doesn't work with Opera 7. Dammit. I just wrote a big rant, and it got deleted. I guess you can count yourself lucky.

Power is a strange thing, no? I have a very limited amount of it, which can be applied within a very narrow field of influence, yet I still find myself fucking it up left, right and centre. I didn't like not having any, and I think I like having some, but it seems to mean that I have to take ten times as long making any sort of decision. I'm not entirely sure I trust the people who are running the world at the moment (whoever they are - eh, conspiracy theorists?), but I doubt I'd want to trade places with them.

I reckon the best amount of power to have is just enough to be able to steer yourself where you want to go, without so much that you end up capsizing too many other people in your wake. What a shit metaphor.

This reminds me of my days in student radio. Talking to myself through a great big aerial. At least until I had to switch over to the BBC.

Okay, I probably won't post this much ever again. I'm really just checking to see if this works the way it should.

I don't think there's a spell checker on this thing. Ah, the giddy, reckless thrills of unchecked spelling, grammar and punctuation. I can't live the button-down, F7 life any more. Typos ahoy!

Self-indulgent diary post #1: I have a lot of forms to fill in. Last weekend, I decided to get married, and now I have to prove who I am to a bunch of fussy government-type people. Plus, the missus and I have to apply for her visa, and I have to renew my passport, and get a copy of my birth certificate. The sooner they have us all microchipped, the better, I reckon.

Today's flavour of tuna: Sweet Chilli

I find myself thinking a lot lately about what I want out of life. The older I get, the more short-sighted and more reasonable my demands on myself become. I genuinely don't even want half the things I used to. Right now, I'd settle for financial stability, plenty of hot water, a decent wardrobe and a puppy. Oh, and one of those new minis - they're pretty sweet. Okay, so that's quite a lot. And if I really think about it, I'd also like good health and happiness. But you should see what I USED to want. Boy, was I dreamin'.

Alright, it appears that I need some other forum in which to spill all these extra words I've got banging around the place. As this isn't getting emailed to anyone (unlike the mailing lists I usually choose to pester), I'll assume that if you're reading this, you're doing so by choice. As a result, I may disappear up my own arse slightly more often than is usual. This may or may not be noticeable to an outside observer. Put it this way: whatever token effort I might make not to do so on a mailing list, I'm hereby officially dispensing with here.

I'll also assume that if you're not me, and you're reading this, that it's completely by accident, as I'm not planning on letting anyone know about this just yet. I want to see if I can keep it up first. Ooh er, missus. So, for now at least, this is pretty much just for me. A reminder of where my head was at, perhaps, or just another way to put off doing real work. I think history will be the judge.

Righty-o. I've deleted all the old crap, and I'm going to start this thing over.