Is it too late to claim I knew the Arctic Monkeys before anyone else?

Today's post: wherein the weblog descends into a repository for thoughts not worth saying to actual people. I'm guessing about 60% of weblogs are really just diaries, and you could totally freak people out by actually reading what they wrote and calling them on it.

1) If I was happy-slapped by a slapper, I would not be very happy.

2) The blue pill reminds me to take the blue pill. Aww man, I'm running out of blue pills.



Nextly of all, there follows a list of things which get my goat and slap his beautiful face:

1) People who use the word 'decimate' incorrectly.

2) People who order a panini, or even two paninis. There follows Italian Grammar for Dummies:

masc. sing. noun ending: 'o' - as in "I'd like a tall cappuccino please"
masc. pl. noun ending: 'i' - as in "I'd like two panini please"
fem. sing. noun ending: 'a' - as in "Monica Bellucci è una bella ragazza"
fem. pl. noun ending: 'e' - as in "Le ragazze sono con me. Capisci?"

3) The dude's name was Michelangelo, pronounced Mi-kel-AN-jel-oh (more).

In case there really is "someone out there", there follows this and this from a thing called Digitiser.