Three pintsh at lunch ish like shicksk in th'evening

Well folks, having inadvertently spawned a monster by copying thalinoviel’s meme, I shall do some posting tonight. Trust me when I say that it’s one thing to pretend that you’re working by typing up LJ entries in all their glorious blandinage (I’ve just invented that word, and I’m quite proud of it), and quite another to spend time surfing the web on Google looking for pictures. It’s all in the presentation, see.

Anyway, memeage aside, I have been having the sort of thoughts that only sleep deprivation can bring, although I am considerably less knackered than I was, having good a good few hours last night, and the additional pre-game crashage before 7.30 last night. Nonetheless, these thoughts occur, and I don’t have the answers.

I have been pondering for a few days now, since we have recently passed the 19th anniversary of Chernobyl, the fact that we were lied to in our childhood. In 1986 there was a massive escape of radiation, with continent-wide consequences. There were tragic deaths and horrible mutations. Large areas of Europe were contaminated. Chernobyl itself remains off limits for anything more than a flying visit.

And nearly two full decades later we have no super heroes! I mean, secret identities apart, where are they? Even if they didn’t gain super powers straight away, à la Fantastic Four, the mutants hit puberty between six and ten years ago. There should be at least one cape out there…

Moving on, I see that a medical study published today, or at the very least reported upon in the media today, tells us that painkiller and anti inflammatory drugs such as ibuprofen increase the incidence of heart attacks.

How do they know?

If you have taken a course of painkillers because of a migraine or back pain should you even notice a heart attack? Would you feel it, and if you did, could you sue the drugs companies – not because of the heart attack per se - but because the pain killer patently isn’t killing the pain?

A conundrum for the twenty-first century, and I commend it to you.

Note: I started writing this drivel this morning. I have since had a liquid lunch. Not all idiocy is alcohol related.

Three pintsh at lunch ish like shicksk in th'evening

Well folks, having inadvertently spawned a monster by copying thalinoviel’s meme, I shall do some posting tonight. Trust me when I say that it’s one thing to pretend that you’re working by typing up LJ entries in all their glorious blandinage (I’ve just invented that word, and I’m quite proud of it), and quite another to spend time surfing the web on Google looking for pictures. It’s all in the presentation, see.

Anyway, memeage aside, I have been having the sort of thoughts that only sleep deprivation can bring, although I am considerably less knackered than I was, having good a good few hours last night, and the additional pre-game crashage before 7.30 last night. Nonetheless, these thoughts occur, and I don’t have the answers.

I have been pondering for a few days now, since we have recently passed the 19th anniversary of Chernobyl, the fact that we were lied to in our childhood. In 1986 there was a massive escape of radiation, with continent-wide consequences. There were tragic deaths and horrible mutations. Large areas of Europe were contaminated. Chernobyl itself remains off limits for anything more than a flying visit.

And nearly two full decades later we have no super heroes! I mean, secret identities apart, where are they? Even if they didn’t gain super powers straight away, à la Fantastic Four, the mutants hit puberty between six and ten years ago. There should be at least one cape out there…

Moving on, I see that a medical study published today, or at the very least reported upon in the media today, tells us that painkiller and anti inflammatory drugs such as ibuprofen increase the incidence of heart attacks.

How do they know?

If you have taken a course of painkillers because of a migraine or back pain should you even notice a heart attack? Would you feel it, and if you did, could you sue the drugs companies – not because of the heart attack per se - but because the pain killer patently isn’t killing the pain?

A conundrum for the twenty-first century, and I commend it to you.

Note: I started writing this drivel this morning. I have since had a liquid lunch. Not all idiocy is alcohol related.