Things I could blog about now include:
a) Nasty men who have something against women bloggers and start their own blogs in hope of what? Attention? Traffic? More hits? This pisses me off no end, and no, I'm not going to link because the last thing I would want to do is give them what they want, but really, why do you hate us, oh anonymous male blogger? If you prick us, will we not bleed? If you tickle us, will we not laugh? If you want even one tenth of our lifestyles, will we not seize the moment, kick you in the balls and walk away? I think the answer to all of the above is hell, yeah.
b) Meeting people, who comment on the blog, and were one of the few remaining people in the WORLD who didn't know who I *really* am. I am giving myself a shout-out for recognising him, because of a "Fidel Castro hat" he once mentioned on a comment. Hello, Raghu, I can't find the link to your blog anywhere so I can't link it, but hello, all the same.
c) Trying to use the phrase "dam of love" somewhere. Let's see, Fiona brushed back her golden locks as she scanned the horizon for Ted, her manly lover. Manly Ted, with his manly arms appeared suddenly, as if out of the blue, and crushed her bosom to his. "Oh, Fiona," he whispered, in his manly, resonant voice, and she felt his manhood press against her thigh. Unable to resist this dam of love (Aha, ahahahahaha. See?) she swooned and fell backwards, when with a move that showed off his manly, yet metrosexual, gymnastic skills, he caught her and kissed her in a paroxym of passion. Very nice. Thank you, Teleute, for the phrase. :)
d) Actually getting around to doing all the tags I'm supposed to, and the one I really want to do, that 30 one, which Tablemannered tagged me for. But I'm just feeling very, um, what's the word, ya, lazy.
e) How I met (well, saw) many members of the Indian cricket team, and really, Rahul Dravid is not that hot in real life. His head is kinda small, compared to the rest of his body, but he has a nice sweet voice, like the boy next door or something. We like Rahul Dravid. He should now give up cricket and do something meaningful, like, um, become the Prime Minister or something. We need a PM with sex appeal.