Been lazy to update this blog. There really has not been much going on for me to write about anyway. I haven't really felt like doing anything to begin with. It's one of those phases where you just want some solitude.

My parents had a business client come visit the farm yesterday/today from the UK. He seemed really excited about it. But I don't really want to write about anything work-related (my work or anyone else's).

So... erm... what, oh, what should I talk about?

Oh the Christmas tree. The fucking Christmas tree.

It's still up and my brother has come and gone. That means it's going to be up to me to bring the damn thing back down.

Wait! Shhh... Hear that? That's me growling and hissing at that fucking tree as I stare it down. Maybe if I scare it enough, the trimmings will pack themselves up and the tree will fit itself back into its box (neatly). You never know... supposedly nothing is impossible.

Personally, I think that's a load of crap. I mean, ok, yeah, fine, "nothing is impossible" - but there is a lot of shit out there that is so incredibly improbable that it may as well be impossible.

Just round it to the nearest number... like the chances of X happening is 0.00000000001 probable. So if you were to round it to the nearest number, the possibility of X happening is zero and therefore impossible. Makes sense to me.

Although...

With that kind of logic, if you tried inverting that possibility of X (which is zero and therefore impossible), the universe would probably implode. ('Cause you can't divide by zero). And the inversion of 'impossible' is 'possible' right? So... like... if X suddenly became a real possibility, we'd all be dead! Oh my God! Humanity needs to stop trying to achieve the impossible like right now!