Contrary to popular rumours amongst tin-foil hat-wearing cultists who can be counted on one hand, this site is not generated by a horde of cockroaches, sitting at their typewriters, unable to hit the shift key when they reach the word god.
No, it's just one cockroach, proud of being a cockroach sitting on the side of the pond, watching the loons play and frolic and gambol and preen and fluff their feathers and enjoy life by the best means possible ... honking and whining and whingeing and squawking and cawing and crowing and carrying on.
But between blogging and a paid junket to the mysterious depths of Asia, to places where Google refuses to go, or at least do business, then I'm afraid blogging must take the hit. Never turn down a junket, even if it means Tim Blair will use it in an argument about global warming, as if it's some kind of offset for petrol-headed V-8 addiction ...
So while the cockroach is absent for a little while, have fun with the frolicking loons, always supplied with kindness and consideration by Fairfax, Chairman Rupert, and a swag of other sites, only too keen to ensure that looniness remains at the heart of civilisation, not least in matters to do with sex, religion and politics.
Loon pond will resume business in a week or so's time ...
Meantime, have fun, and remember, while enjoying your loon pie, don't forget the gravy!
Have fun!
ReplyDeleteI might come back a communist dedicated to capitalism, which is possibly no worse than a conservative Liberal addicted to socialism!
ReplyDeleteIt's just as well that you've got a sense of humour (fortunately, nothing like Andrew Denton's) or Mike Carlton might be calling you a Richard Dawkins clone.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your sojourn in the lands of the meek.