It's Been a Long Time Baby

Hello, it's me.

I haven't checked the visitor stats yet, but I have strong suspicion I am talking to myself.

You are (probably not) reading quite possibly the most highfaluting, high-tech, energy-hungry personal journal in the world.

After months of daily updates, I've not dropped by in almost a week.

Arsenal won and have moved up to fourth - for the time being, MoneyCiteh play later and could change that. ECL in the week and a game against AZ Alkmar.

The spell-checker in the editor has stopped functioning - which shows my typing up as quite as inaccurate as it is.

Shamefully, when I have been on the PC after work it has been attenting the most trivial of matters, aside from a little work stuff and some admin.

No copy-writing, no pre-selling, no articles, no lenses and no study.

I think I can understand the motivation that fuelled the gold fever and habitual criminality.

I have spent most of my spare hours either playing bejewelled or Mafia Wars. Not especially well either.

I do miss my studies and the web stuff I was learning, albeit without  reward. Still on zero all round for anyone who is interested.

If I could get a second stream of income up and running, not necessarily excessive, say something in the region of $2,000 a month, it would make my contracting life a great deal easier.

Mrs NoozeHound (who heaven help me is in the process of leaving full-time employment for the altrnative challenge of being a part-time teaching assistant) would probably be a lot more accepting of me contracting if there was steady alternative income. Still more pressure on poor old NoozeHound's earning capacity.

Well, there I have my motivation. It would be far more productive than gangster tripping or diamond-swapping. It would be more productive than writing a free unread blog too though, wouldn't it.


I've just checked and my lenses and article between them have nearly 80 views!

I think that's more than all of this blog combined.
Robert Bleasdale is a nom de plume by the way. There it's out the bag.

Welcome to the disappointment.