The Randomicity of a SuperDan...

... Though not quite in every sense of the word.

If you're reading this, however, you're hereby super as well - by proxy. Being super is, after all, contagious. And caught through the eye. So... Yeah, 'tag' you're super!

I'd like to report that this new Blog is full of juicy, tender randomicity... I'd like to, but I can't. As once again, there is little commentary from the World of A Dan.

What I do have, however, is a big lump of sadness!
Sadness entwined with disappointment.
It has become apparent that I've amassed 43 friends... And even more apparent that I know none of them very well.
This is greatly upsetting to me - the term 'friend' has become meaningless in this day-and-age of Facebook and one-click connections
Well not to me I say!
If you're on my friends list, watch out. I'm onto you and you'll be seeing more of me!
And if you're not on my friends list - tough luck

Beyond this, I keep looking at my chinchilla and admiring her fur. Sadly there is not enough for a coat, but - if she continues to fling her crap all over the place - I think she'll make an adequately exotic posing pouch

It also crossed my mind how shopping trollies ('shopping carts' to you USAians) spend their entire lives penetrating one another and being penetrated. There are no doubt some of you who will like this idea, but I felt a degree of sympathy for the poor shopping trollies.

That's all for now - mainly because I'm masking my pain and frustration beneath pizza and Pepsi.

EVERYONE KNOWS FAT SUPPRESSES THE PAIN!!!!