I'm just rambling 'cause I can't sleep

How about those Commonwealth Games, eh? Did you see that event where the athlete overcame a setback to win? Neither did I. Much like the Winter Olympics, the Commonwealth Games hold absolutely no interest for me, although they have two advantages that Torino didn't have - three, if you count the distinct lack of knuckle-fucking alleged journalists prefacing every report with bon fucking giorno. Firstly, there are bound to be numerous occasions where it is deemed necessary to have the Minister For The Games on the telly. Big Jussy was my favourite unco-ordinated footballing buffooon (along with Percy Jones) and it's good to see the big fella has kicked on after the game. Secondly, there are bound to be a lot of events where the female competitors wear skimpy outfits. Chances are that some of these competitors will reward a lech like me. And that's a good thing. In a demonstration that I haven't learned to count yet, there is another possible advantage, the netball. It's about the only decent international competition the sport has and it is usually pretty exciting.

I've noticed a couple of things recently. A lot of bloggers and commenters* have ripped into ComGames, using the same line of attack, even the same wording. This tells me two things: that the ComGames are boring, and that mankind still hasn't evolved very far from the days when people had to roam in packs and clans in order to survive. Anthropologists have a word for this kind of mentality. I don't know what that word is, but they've got one for everything else, so it stands to reason that they'd have one for that as well. Anybody who is moderately well-known only has to utter "I don't like strawberry jam." and s/he will be snowed under by sycophantic commenters all remarking how they feel the same way and that jam is evil and should be banned.

The convoluted logic used by some of them to justify their backflips when the hero blogger posts a comment three pages into the thread saying "On the other hand, apricot jam is da bomb." is really astounding.

Wanna know what I did on Saturday morning? I'm gunna tell you anyway. I spent three hours groping sheep tits and checking out their teeth. I think that I may have mentioned this in the past, but if 'animals' were an Olympic event, sheep wouldn't get on the podium.

Now I'm off to play on the tractor.

*The word 'blogosphere' is for ingrates who think that repeating someone elses phraseology will result in them absorbing some of the creator's cool.