Water, Paranoia and Betty
Betty
I sat down to watch my first (the second) episode of Ugly Betty. Myself and Matt thought we’d beaten our previous record of sitting through utter dross, managing to get to the third commercial break, 15 minutes in (This is Channel 4 after all, how could they ever fufil their public remit if we only had to see the gurning 118 morons five or six times an hour?).
Water
Well, not so much Water Per se but Tea, which I have used to ruinate my Apple keyboard. You spill half a cup because you’re too busy watching the Wire to pay attention to where your hands are going, and whump. None of the keys on the right hand side work. Including delete, which might serve to explain any errorz in my typxing when I am on MSF Mussangar.
Paranoia
Matthew (Esteemed housemate, diabetic, colleague, part-time small thoughts cameraman and yokel) keeps telling me about Prussian Blue* and how he’s having to write a piece about if their upbringing constitutes as child abuse or not (Law & Human Rights). Now, I myself are curious, like the average suburban rubbernecker a the thought of such a preposterous freak-show, but I’ve managed to so far avoid typing those two words into Google because I’m convinced that anyone who does goes on a special CIA shit-list, so frequently I am torn between wikipedia’ng them up or just living in ignorance. And for me, living in ignorance is espescially painful.
* If you don’t already know who they are, they’re the Mary Kate & Ashley of Holocaust Denial.
