Well. Entry two and already I come up against lexiconal failings. Something I have been wondering. What is the name for that period of time between the posting of one entry of a blog and the posting of the next, when that time could end up being anywhen from a day to a couple of months?

Terrible neglect on the part of those people who make up words, isn't it? So I have decided to fill in the gaps. I have boldly combined ‘blog' and ‘week' (week because it is the most friendly-sounding word for a period of time - don't laugh, YOU try it), to produce the innovation henceforth known as a:

BLEEK

Let me put this in context for you.

SITE OF THE BLEEK: (sounds like a sci-fi title!)

http://garfieldminusgarfield.tumblr.com/

The creator of G-G, Trevors (yes, it's with an ‘s') has actually removed the cat from the comic (!), resulting in a strip about the ‘life' of an apparent skitz, bipolar, depressed, lonely, etc, etc, young man named Jon. As you do.

It's shamefully entertaining. Part of this is just due to the fact that its fun to guess what Garfield (who?) would be saying if he was there. The other factor is just that it's funny.

Jim Davis (creator of Garfield PLUS Garfield (i.e., the original strip) loves this site. And so do I. What other recommendation do you need?

I'm debating with myself whether or not to move this whole blog before there are too many entries to wordpress or not. I'll let you know which split personality wins out.

Moving along, my first (because I'm sure there will be others) life lesson for the bleek (how handy that word is!) is

NEVER SAY ANYTHING TO OTHER PEOPLE WITH INTENT TO SHOCK

Because:

a) they'll never forget it

b) they'll never let you forget that they haven't forgotten it

c) they will remind you at the most inconvenient moments

d) they will never believe you were lying

and worst of all,

e) they have this embarrassing compulsion to tell everyone with whom you share an acquaintance- i.e, pretty much everyone

Like, there's a guy I know, who always texts me to say, ‘whats up?', and I'll be like, ‘there's a bulldozer in the front yard' or, ‘our floor has disappeared' or some equally true remark (my dad's extending the house. Extending= pulling the house to bits and putting it back together to make a bigger structure, and covering the lot with corrugated iron. Not that I am complaining- I'm getting a nicer bedroom so its all good. Plus he builds for a living, so it looks great. It just gets a little... messy), and he won't believe me! Then I come out with something outrageous and that's the time he decides to believe me! Old Murphy's Law, and a darn nuisance. But that's what Murphy is all about, unfortunately.

As to what I said and whether it was true or not? That remains a dark, dark secret, best not excavated.

...On the bright side, that means nothing is ever your fault. Blame it on Murphy. He'll thank you for it.