seriously man, just don’t

Which is like American graffiti, only more touching. You see, English graffiti artists worry about your drinking, would rather you didn’t spiral into drug addiction, and would like to show you the way to Amarillo. This could well be because they’re good-natured robots, trying to protect humanity, though perhaps their pun chips are malfunctioning?.

Oh, in other news, some tenant showed me his website the other day. Well, I asked to see it, since he was griping at having had to pay for it, which may or may not have been related to only having half of September’s rent lying around, but anyway.

For the princely sum of one hundred and seventy pounds sterling he’s got 2 years of hosting, a whopping 120Mb of space in which to place things that might be hosted and a professional designer to build his site for him. At this point I was thinking that the site must have been something special, since my Dreamhost account is £100 for two years and has more or less 20 times the web-space, so I ask to see his site. He fires up IE and it goes straight there, it is the man’s home page after all. Then, as I was reeling from the shock, he delivered the killing blow: he plans to learn flash in order to improve this….. thing, and also hopes that his computing course will teach him how to programme websites. I mumbled something about leaving the oven on and fled before I had a chance to soil myself with uncontrollable mirth.