Yes. It is March 14th again, that special day of the year...14/3...the day when nerdy mathematicians shit their cacks in excitement about numbers "doing" certain things (as though a number were an active thing and not a suicide inducing mind-bender of a concept).

All would be well in Neuroland^TM if I hadn't just heard Damien Rice's weedy old lungs belching out the backing vocals to a song on the new Tori Amos album. I can only hope upon hope that he forgets she's touring here and doesn't make it to the gig (what with the buses from Celbridge being so infrequent and all that). The fact that he is now dating Renée Zellweger is scary; he used to sit next to me occasionally on the bus into town, his hair frighteningly askew in that asymmetrical way that only just got cool recently. It makes all men look gay. Renée was spotted a while back, racing through Celbridge after a dog.

What the hell is going on with the world?

I am too tired to keep writing: I spent the day as an assistant at a science camp in NUI Maynooth and boy, are school kids noiser than college students. I had to have several of them put down.

neuro-praxis -- Generally Your Friend But Not The Love Of Your Life