Okay, sometimes you have a fucking brilliant thought--I mean absolutely mind blowing, earth shattering idea--at three am. You get all excited and have to have milk and a fag before you can sleep. When you wake up, you reflect on your idea. And realise what a completely shit concept it truly was. What the hell were you thinking etc. etc.?
Do you know what I'm talking about? Surely I'm not the only one who does this?

Really I think this page is just an excuse for me to ramble and embarrass myself in cyberspace.  Someone's gotta do it, it may as well be me.

little rants stuck together to make a big one

I cut the two ideas (the arsenic and the cigarettes, you remember) that were here and gave them a link, where they will be joined by other brilliant little ideas. It was just neater this way.

'The topless waitress, why landlords/ladies should die, and how it's all linked to John Howard's evil diaper dependency scheme'

Frustration and tiredness spawned this. I ain't going to describe it, just go read. Prepare for torrents of sarcasm, The Plot Princess is pissed.

the track six theory

This occurred to me a while ago, I just had to do the research (shit, how poxy does that sound). I swear this works, though. Go look at it. This is an actual theory by the way, so no humor nor sarcasm. *sigh*