Note to the wary: The previous posts provided a publicly practical practice playground, privately producing particularly prominent procedures prompting partial premature posting.

OK, So I’m new at this Blogging thing, and part of me thinks it’s a real wank… Yet another part of me thinks well, why not share my nonsensical slightly insane muttering with the rest of the world. As least one of you out there might at least find it partially amusing, or if not that, then at least take the time to read it.

So this is the official Welcome post to the “Bleep, Dots and Nonsense” Blog, where you get to read the nutty ramblings of a bleeping thirty something geek, as he whinges and whines his way through the working week.

OR! I could surprise you all with witty and amusing stories from the wacky world of well…. me.

And if that doesn’t amuse you, I feel that I would indeed have to resort to strapping you to a large immovable object and read to you from the Intergalactic Encyclopaedia of Vogon poetry. You don’t want that trust me… Even without the translatory properties of the common Bable fish ( which as we all now know does NOT translate with 100% accuracy, in fact it’s pushing the bounds to say it’s 60% accurate. ), Vogon poetry still has the potential to cause brain damage, as the brain tries to detach itself from the ear drum and recede high into the cranium, crushing all other brain matter in an attempt to isolate itself from any attempt of the poetry actually being heard. This phenomenon is much like the crush at a Marilyn Manson concert, when John Farnham steps onto the stage to sing “Sady, the cleaning lady” and 100 thousand screaming concert goers run screaming from the arena crushing and trampling any in there way in an attempt to escape the onslaught. So, you have been warned…

Now, where was I? Ahh yes, and the weather day was…

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