W's have all the best words

I am assuming due to the incredible halt in blog activity that something is changing, and that something has changed. In the corner of the room, hiding beneath the jacket that hasn't been worn for months, and slowly creeping into view, is the official end of the degree. Obviously such wonderful news has one specifically significant reprecussion as i write, as it means that the creative industries blog project that i have toiled over, yet in no no way understoood for the best part of the year, is over, and the safe first that i am expecting (but not anticipating) is already there.
This is good news, for everyone bar the faithful readers who listen to this blog; and bad news to everyone apart from the faithful listeners who read this blog.
While the rest of my class seem happy to let this occasion pass without notice, and focus on the far more frivilous activities like finding jobs and eating worms, i have decided that i could not do this, and have set aside several minutes of my life to put on papa roach on random and sign off with a bang. so, are you ready? Are you sitting comfortably on a comfortable chair? Are you ready for the end? Timmy, come out from beneath that cupboard, this is important. something is about to end. Something is about to die. Along with several people sitting around the world right now eating pasta and watching reality TV, something is about to die. And with all the natural disastors and human timebombs disrubting everyday life it is hard to imagine the real point of things like Big Brother, The Da Vinci Code, (Cod) Jim Davidson, and this blog.

What do you call a pencil without a tip?

Broken.

The number 23

Also, while I'm posting, has anyone seen the recent Jim Carrey film The Number 23. If not, it basically tells the story of a guy(played by Carrey) who is obsessed with the number 23(as the title would suggest) after reading a book about it. And while the film itself peters out towards the end, as inevitable conclusions need to be made, Jim Carrey is on fine form as the obsessed dog catcher, and shows that he can actually act. (I should really point out that i hate slapstick, and slapsticky stuff, so films such as Liar Liar, The Mask and Ace Ventura are incredibly bad in my opinion. However, when he is actually acting and not prancing around like a twat he can be excellent- The Truman Show, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.)
Anyway, the point of this post is that the film struck up a bit of paranoia in myself, for example, my house number in wales is 23, The number 23 comes up in my phone number, and perhaps most strangely i watched the film late last night, just because i was bored in my house, and it was late enough to technically be today when i watched it.
The 11th of December.
11,12.
11 +12 =

Watch it, and the same will happen to you....

P.S Listen to a band called Dogs.