Shippy's Enlightenment

I finally realized why are sick people told not to wash their hair if they can manage to avoid it. It's because majority of that hair falls down. Guess how I found out.

After the debate tournament, I fell right into my bed, suffering from illness that raised my temperature up to heights temperatures definitely shouldn't be lifted to. (Maybe I can accuse my team from me being sick, because we lost all we could. But that would be unfair, because we used my cases.) And I, de facto, stayed in that bad for a week and a half, first three days almost unable to stand up. (That made watching Simpsons a hell on Earth, I assure you. Because TV is in another room.) And now, I actually can stand up - but I don't, because Adam was here, repaired my computer and installed Neverwinter Nights and OpenTTD, which means I'm stuck in front of screen, trying to save the city of Neverwinter from an unknown plague.

And occasionally, I read something. For example, Sefjo's blog (I should insert here an apology for befriending him and linking his blog so very very lately, so I do - I am really terribly sorry for being so appalling co-sysop, Sefjo!) or whatever appears in my RSS reader. Or I write something, typically a correction on Filip's blog. (I didn't know it's possible not to allow anonymous comments on blogspot... nor did I think that someone would do that cut-off.) And when I am too lazy to do any of the things listed above, I just inoriginally play on Hry.cz a tweaked - read "fucked-up" - Scrabble. Good I never wrote anywhere in my profile that I am a former Scrabble champion, heh... I am not now, by the way. I even lost once.

And when I finally got myself to see Forman's Hair, I found out I am thinking of Turkey leading a war with other islamic countries. And that such an event would be in fact beneficial for European Union, because it could supply both sides with ammunition.

And even though I am sooo productive in those debate thingies, I have yet come to one conclusion: no wonder my hair loss is that tangible, when I am very, very deeply considering all that crap.

See you in the hair hell.

Contrary to the general belief that winter won't come, the winter overcame these preoccupated suggestions and stroke without slightest sign of mercy. I am pleased to claim that snow, although melting now, is perfectly suitable for sleighs and bobsleighs and bringing pleasure and happiness, as evidenced by today's afternoon runterfahren downhill session in Stromovka. I'd like to thank Kuba & Sýkorka for assistance Another good piece of news is that although it's likely to be first and last snow in this year, there were not that many jerks attracted by this volatile event. (We met a group of megacool hiphophiphoppers gesticulating in a very trendy way. Perhaps they should join Secret Intelligence, so that they can encrypt every communication in order to keep it secret for anyone but other hiphop agents. Yes, it has a few quirks, but as they are near to extinction - I hope - and BIS would complete this acquisition of them, it would certainly become a part of history, similarly to Navajo Code. But never mind that, you'll remember my brilliant idea in the very moment when evil squirrels will acquire the rule of Earth.)

Anyway, keep it up, dear IPU, will you?