Feast of Fools

Now I really shouldn't be telling you this, but Ivan has found web-based proof that he and I are both actually employed by a giant world-wide Illuminati conspiracy to control the weather. We cause the hurricanes!!! It's not lesbians, even if Pat Robertson reckons.

(doesn't anyone else read Popbitch? I'm buggered if I'm linking to Pat Robertson even for the sake of the amusement factor...)

In other news, Katy and I have finally deduced from watching the Sum of All Fears that Americans are nuclear bomb-proof due to all those lead-lined hot dogs they eat. This means that, should nuclear war break out, the safest possible place to be is a baseball stadium.

Also, she and she have funky new blog layouts, go see.

Oh oh oh - people keep asking me what I want for my birthday. I honestly can't think of anything I want apart from a flat, so in the interests of getting stuff I really want I'm vaguely asking for IKEA and Habitat vouchers. Just ickle ones. Buy me a plate's worth or something. I shall love you for it when I'm fitting out my minimalist pad ^_^