Not Again… :( (Blog 115)

It’s time to make another apology. In my previous blog I said most regard Sibelius’s 4th symphony as his best and his 1st as his worst. It would have been more accurate to say ‘someone on the internet regarded…’ and ‘someone else regarded…’ but hey I did get two paragraphs out of my far too limited research. (And of course this one). Yes, I have a long history of correcting myself. If I had an actual job I would have been fired from it pretty quickly for incompetence. But what job would I be fired from? Probably not music, because I doubt I’d get employment in the first place, so let’s hypothesise and say I studied psychiatry instead like I perhaps should have done. Just because it’s a more normal thing to get into, you might say and because I find it interesting. What would happen if I made an error with such a profession? Well, it wouldn’t be good. ‘This person is completely fine’, I could say. Next thing you know, fifty people are dead. If you make an error blogging, the damage you can cause is relatively minimal. It can even be funny. Fifty people dead is NEVER funny.

Is there anything else I’ve screwed up recently? Well, I poured out some Crunchy Nut Cornflakes into a bowl, then after opening the fridge, I strongly suspected I had nowhere near enough milk left to make a decent meal. However, I still poured it into the dish, as maybe my judging skills deceived me. They didn’t, I REALLY didn’t have enough of the stuff, so I gave the dry breakfast to my dad. Still though, nobody died. Is it possible someone could have died through such an error? The fact I’m straining my brain over such a question suggests that no one really could have done, but I’m going to keep trying anyway. You know what? I’ve actually come to the conclusion I was actually potentially SAVING lives by not using too much cow drink. Think about it, what happens if you spill a heavily liquid based meal on the floor? Someone slips up on it, right? Who’s ever seen a ‘caution flakey floor sign’? No one, because there’s no point in them. Yes, no one gets injured by dry, spilt corn products.

You know what’s great? The day after that mishap, the milkman arrived with some you know what, leaving me free to make breakfast with how ever much cow juice I desired. Delicious. However, I messed up the ‘food to liquid ratio’ (not sure what else to call it), leaving me lots of fluid left when I was done eating. (And I prefer not to drink the stuff when it’s left on its own). So what if I dropped my finished with bowl on the floor and created the potentially serious health hazard I had been dreading? As I did my eating in my bedroom, many feet away from the kitchen sink, that only made the journey to it more risky. And don’t think I would drink myself to safety, as again, pure milk is not for me. My only option was to carry my bowl as if I was handling a highly explosive mine. I took it and disposed of it downstairs like a complete pro, and that was that. Mission accomplished. And also… now that I think of it… Blog accomplished! Bye!