Slippers

- Well.. blog. Long time not seen, 'Ave Ave Aladr' and all that contempory Latin rubbish. Oh wait a minute.

Back again, having just failed in my attempt at smacking the living daylights out of a bluebottle. Bluebottles are extraoirdinary little things. Full of vigarous spirit and Buzzing energy. Half a tick, I can see him now, and he's not doing anything.

Got the little runt. He was hemmed in on both sides by the window frame, and I slapped a book into his face before he could blink. Laugh? I nearly cried. It left a hell of a mess on the window, but nothing a damp cloth won't sort out. Incidentally, the tome with which I ended his unhappy existance contains a frankly marvellous collection of short stories, written by a Mr K O Raymond. I haven't a clue who he is, or indeed, where the book came from. Maybe his middle name is Oliver.

In the time between the last entry and this one, I've enjoyed the luxury of shifting a reasonable amount of slipper stock, along with following some interesting persuits that I certainly wouldn't bring myself to mention here. No matter anyway, as they are of little importance in relation to what I have to say next.

You see, it's the proverbial part of doing something that means you don't. Every piece of matter has an anti-matter, and thus every doing has an anti-doing. This is complicated, as instead of having just one factor to oppposite out, there are suddenly hundreds. Imagine a simple task - Cleaning the Car for example. Now, aside from the water going off the car into the hose (the inverse to it coming out) you also wouldn't have a hose but instead whatver the 'anti' to a hose might be. This is why the universe as it is is so bloody confusing.

Until next time.
sli 2:29 PM