People get happier as they get older according to a news. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I had been thinking it would be good to still be around when I was five thousand or something. But if I get happier as I get older I will never make it anywhere near five thousand - surely at some point I will get so annoying that I will be murdered, failing that the goverment of the time, probably the space government, will pass legislation if necessary allowing me to be executed for the extaordinary circumstance of my incredible annoyingness. Maybe I can do some sort of deal where I can get a certain level of happy and stay there. So I don't drive everybody mad, rolling around in the gutter laughing my head off, so pleased with myself.
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Tiny flying robots can fly better than flies, apparently. So get lost flies, you're not needed anymore, to be the best tiny flying thing! You could, in fact, buzz off, a-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. They say, however, that these tiny flying robots could be used for a variety of tasks, you know, saving little Timmy who's trapped down the well, that sort of thing. If you ask me that makes them a rather poor fly replacement. Proper flies aren't into spy missions, or detecting mines. This is a bastardisation of the fly concept! Disgraceful! I suppose the fly concept is out of copyright by now and they can do what they want with it. But that doesn't mean they should.
The midges were a drag in Ullapool yesterday evening. Yes, that's right, Ullapool. I'm a jet set kinda guy, and Monaco for afternoon tea is so passé.
And finally a report says that having a narcissistic boss is bad for morale and drives down profits. As a guy who's very harsh on himself I had to check out with my minions at It Is What It Is Towers whether this was an issue here, but they all agreed that I was wonderful. What happy workers I have. If I could only work out what they do...
that's all from me for now
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