This is Matey. He is staying with us while Nushie is locked up at the farm in preparation for her final litter of puppies being conceived. Unfortunately for Matey, he isn't fathering the puppies.

Usually he looks like this:


Currently he is recovering from having the shit ripped out of him by a roaming dog and looks a bit manky, like this:


This is where my blog comes from. The clean version, cos last night I tidied up all the coils of spare network cable and crap that was lying around behind the monitor and now I can see my desk again.


Note the coffee cup (half full), the cellphone within easy reach (for receiving smutty txt messages from Neilz), work in progress (actually a reply to Lynette's email), the router (so that I can enjoy the benefits of broadband and download heaps), the hub on the wall (so that the rest of the house can enjoy the broadband, too) and Ol' Shitbox (carrying more drives than it has IDE cables to attach to). The i-Robot mousepad on the wall reminds me of another DVD to borrow from Murray and the electric screwdriver reminds me what my job should have been/used to be. The sticker top-center on the monitor says "You are perverted,sick and twisted - I like that in a person", and the 3 wide-mouthed gremlins on top remind me that two small people will invade my space, bitching, screeching and demanding, at approximately 4pm.

Reading: Dunno, can't be bothered choosing.
Listening to: Ol' Shitbox humming.

Was that inane enough for you?