Cakesniffers beware! The blog that listens

Ok, so it seems that after spending an entire fucking afternoon, pissing about creating a an EXCELLENT alternative site for Cakesniffers, you ungrateful bastards want to stay here afterall.

So here we'll stay.

At least the other place is set up and ready to go should things go really tits up here.

Right then...


Cakesniffy readers: they laugh at others' misfortunes
Nice to know how much readers of this blog care about my wellbeing and the suffering that I endure at the hands of my parents. A quote from Coldearth "Lame my arse..had me in stiches!" Yeah, I laugh loads when I'm covered in third degree burns.

Bastards.


Cakesniffy affirmatives and negatives

1. Sniffycam porn action: Well, like or not, that's all you're getting. What sort of friggin' idiot do you think I am? Don't you think I make a big enough tit of myself here?
   
2. "Working from home": No. Can't stand it. I'm not disciplined enough for this.
   
3. Music download sites: Load of bollocks. You're not allowed to use any of the ones where you might find what you're looking for and the paid ones only have current stuff. Pile of crap. Unfortunately, I'm running well short of space for CDs too, so I'm getting a bit stuck.
   
4. Leftover Hallowe'en chocolate: Love it - just found there was a bag with loads of miniature Flakes, Mars bars, Twix, Twirls and the like in the fridge. Nice one! (Yes Herge, Hallowe''''en. Git)
   
5. Ketamine for kitties: No thank you! I'm confiscating Otto's stash and he's under curfew from 9pm from now on.
   
6. Lambs to the slaughter before the 9pm TV watershed: Absolutely not! This is in reference to Jamie Oliver being told off for his latest UK TV show in which he's touring Italy. In the latest episode, he was shown killing a lamb by slitting its throat without it being anaesthetised first. The programme is screened before 9pm and a few people were upset by this, as I'd have been had I seen it. So it's a big fat no for this one. Fucking bastard.
   
7. Two-fingered salutes: Bronwen was wondering why British people use a two-fingered as opposed to a one-fingered salute. It's basically to piss off the Frenchies (battle of Agincourt and that) and I say Hallelujah to that!
   
8. Shutting down Cakesniffers on Blogger and switching to Wordpress - No, although I'm thinking of things that I can do there.
   
9. Diverting spam comment e-mails to April: Oh yes! Anything that gets April to degrade herself has got to get the thumbs up
   
10. Hooded tops: Aye, love 'em (I now have FIVE in various styles). However, those fucking cock teenagers who wear the hoods up over a baseball cap, under a coat hood look utter twats.
    
11. Firefox????: Hrrrm, it's OK. I liked the tabbed windows. Although I do like the in-line autocomplete when you're entering addresses in IE (Firefox doesn't do this). Apparently though, a little piggy tells me that Opera is the way forward for internet browsing.
    

Out of your musical mysery
The song was indeed Torn by the delicious Natalie Imbruglia (and also some Norwegians who did it originally, but not nearly as well).

Phwoaarr

Fancy singing along?

I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm
He came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know
Seem to care what your heart is for
But I don't know him anymore
There's nothing where he used to lie
The conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine I'm torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn

So I guess the fortune teller's right
i Should have seen just what was there
And not some holy light
it crawled beneath my veins
And now I don't care
I had no luck
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things
That I can touch I'm torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn
Torn

hoooooooooo hohooooooo hohoooo

There's nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's right I'm torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm ashamed
Bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late
I'm already torn
Torn.

Oh