I haven’t been blogging lately because I feel rather awkward with littering the internet with my private life, and I can’t be arsed writing about anything else, so I’ve been distracting myself with a combination of rock-climbing and redesigning supernaut, occasional bouts of drunkenness, a supremely good book that I know I enjoy in no small part because I get unix jokes and cryptographic theory (yes I’m reading Neal Stephenson again, my visa is maxed out and I’ll be buggered if I’ll spend $55 on Charles Stross’ now not-so-new book when most of the price is Australian-special-make-happy-occult-import-tax, therefore re-reading for the third time, etc), eating chocolate, wondering why I am mostly a failure at standard life stuff, suspecting the reason has something to do with aforementioned appreciation of unix jokes, planning on going to yoga, failing in execution of plans around 830am, thinking about eating, thinking my bike tires need air, failing in remedying this also, deciding the oblivion of sleep immediately preceded by a shower is not a poor choice when it all probably doesn’t mean anything anyway.

Those of you with sharp eyes and high tolerance of boredom will have plucked out the important morsel in the above paragraph, to which the title refers, and wonder if a simple browser refresh will display what I’m alluding to. No, it won’t. Possibly some time next week the all-new, derivative, annoyingly designed in too-small and poorly contrasting fonts on a blindingly complicated fully-fucking Web2.0 socially-networked, tagged like a corpse, responsible for the next California brown-out, supernaut.

Actually it’s all in Helvetica Neue on a plain white background, with nothing fancy at all, though probably just as annoying.