Sometimes if I think too hard about something, I completely forget what it is

The same thing generally happens with blogging. Case in point, this.

I was told off for not updating my blog recently, by one of the ... oh, two people that read it (not including you, Mum). And really, I have no particular reason for doing so, except that I tend to find that if I really focus on being hilariously interesting, then I fail.

Miserably.

Added to that, PhDing takes up an inordinate amount of my time as I hone my (already highly developed) skills at looking-terribly-busy-while-not-actually-doing-much. I have also been concentrating-very-hard on not eating a metric shitload of chocolate, and doing lots of boring rugby-related things. And other stuff, probably, but I am far too absent minded to remember what this is.


So instead, here is  a picture of Skeletor with a unicorn My Litttle Pony:

proof that skeletor loves ponies from here

And what I imagine his reaction would have been at the prospect of giving Rainbow Dash a new hairdo:

OMFG, PONIES!

Because when my brain stops functioning normally, this is what I revert to.

Everyone always leaves

I love this:

Everyone always leaves.

from Unhappy Hipsters, via Mouthful of Joy

So, so funny, I don't know how I didn't discover this blog sooner. (Well, I do, and involves having a life, particularly one that incorporates lots of academic study, sport, dogs and children, but it sounds much less dramatic when put like that).

Oops, ergh

It occured to me I was going to blog about 'eating and other important stuff'. Suffice to say, this was really just the arbitrary inclusion of words in to the title of my blog to increase its audience appeal (ha!) and thus readability by the masses (double ha!).

I was, however, contemplating adding that I feel I have become an eating machine lately, and that writing this blog (for all its previously discussed self-serving egocentricity) is encroaching on my terribly-important-exercise-time.

Because any excuse will do, right?