If only all blood-suckers were sexy like Spike...

I know last entry I said we should wage war against flies, but I change my mind. Flies AND mosquitoes - and if I have to pick just one, then it's the mosquitoes: they should all go and DIE. I was just hanging out my washing - which will probably dry in about 5 mins it's so hot here - and I got bitten 4 times. Those bastards! Now I want to rip my legs off with my nails. I killed two of them but two is not enough - they have armies. I blame the neighbours. As well as neglecting their two whippets, Valley and Ziggy, they neglect their so-called fish pond, which is really just a green-water filled bath and mosquito breeding ground. Hence all the mozzies in our back garden. So I think my washing is staying there - I'm not going back into that war zone until I'm armed with something - insect spray, machete, bazooka, anything! Meanwhile, my cat is lounging out there in the sun, looking oh-so-smug. It's not fair, just because my blood is nice and tasty ...

Meanwhile, to quote Chairman Kaga from Iron Chef, "If my memory serves me correctly, Christmas is just around the corner." But of course, pretty much everyone on this planet knows that and my guess is those lucky ones who do not know it are getting smaller and smaller in number every day. One of the highlights of my week so far has been reading Kurt Vonnegut's 'Slapstick or Lonesome No More!' at something close to the speed of light. And from that I would like to take today's reading:


Perhaps some people are born unhappy. I surely hope not.

Speaking for my sister and myself: We were born with the capacity and the determination to be utterly happy all the time.

Perhaps even in this we were freaks.

Hi ho.


(1991, p. 35) (Harvard system dies hard!)

... Come on everyone, be a freak and have a happy Christmas!