I thought maybe I'd use some place like this to help me align my thoughts and not live in chaos, but maybe I'll just leave this here and use it as an excuse to lurk around other people's blogs. Of course, that could change. Depends on whether I decide to do things on the internet or not.
If I did decide to enact a vaguely outlined conquest of the interwebs, it would be through the venues of talking to Garageband with a book in my hand, glaring at a webcam while I say some words a whole bunch of people have already said, and musing to myself about things as interesting as the chemistry of drying paint.
Actually, I think I might want to look into that.
Oh, and apparently that word that starts with "f" has nothing to do with tilling the soil, as I mistakenly believed previously. A significant proportion of sexually euphemistic language is, however, related to farming, though now that the majority of English speakers are no longer farmers we've found the need to move our euphemisms elsewhere.
This is part of my long running frustration with the pervasiveness of such innuendoes. It is impossible to speak plainly on any subject without someone justifiably noting possible innuendo.
Rant over. I'm going to go to sleep before midnight now. Oh geez.
