Comic Book Girl's Guide To Life

Cold

2004-10-09T11:10:00.000-07:00

A viral infection characterized by inflammation of the mucous membranes lining the upper respiratory passages and usually accompanied by malaise, fever, chills, coughing, and sneezing. Also called common cold, coryza.

Ah yes, colds. They have plagued my life for many a year. From birth to the age of eight there wasn't a time when I didn't have either a cold or hayfever. Now I've had my adenoids removed things are a little better, though the hayfever has got much worse.
Since I have of late returned to school, there is of course the beginning of term cold. Luckily for me, I only caught a mild sniffle whilst others got a bugger of a cold that let them have a few days off school. Or at least, they did if they were female. If they were male they got... man-flu.
Man-flu, is, of course, to the sensible female mind, just men making a fuss. They claim that when they get ill it's much worse than when women get colds, and have to give it a masculine name as well. However, it's all lies, lies I tell you. It's just wussiness, really. If you ask me, men have it lucky. They don't give birth, they don't have periods, they aren't likely to be patronised or leered over because of their sex, and nobody tuts at them if they get drunk once in a while. That said, they do go bald, so perhaps things even out a little.

Maths

2004-09-29T13:26:00.000-07:00

Maths
Mathematics

Mathematics
The study of the measurement, properties, and relationships of quantities and sets, using numbers and symbols.

I hate Maths. I hate it with a passion. It's not that I'm bad at it, just that it's so mind-numbing. And it doesn't even exist. No, really, it doesn't. Maths is just a human construct designed to help us understand the world, but in reality there's no such thing. Yet they still teach the damn thing in school.

I'm writing about it because I've been bogged down in endless coursework which makes me want to scream. I'm fed up with drawing graphs. My teacher doesn't help, either. I've never had a decent Maths teacher. For the first few years of school Maths teachers always made me sit right near a boy who bullied me incessantly, ignored every hateful thing he said, then punished me when I rightfully said something back. This isn't exaggeration, really. Eyewitnesses say I argue with my current teacher like we're an old married couple. Huh.

Anyway, yes, Maths. It's pointless and often involves triangles. And that bloke Pythagoras, the world's greatest example of having too much time on your hands. If he'd only had a proper job instead of sitting on his arse all day talking about hypotenuses, I might have been spared all this business about sines and cosines. Like I give a crap. If I want to know an angle in a triangle, I get out my fecking protractor. Yeesh.

At least we have the metric system now, which is one reason not to hate the French (who invented it). The other reason not to hate the French is, of course, garlic bread, which is lovely. Anyway, metric is good, since now I don't have to learn my 16 times table. Though using shillings could have been kind of interesting in an entirely non-interesting way.

Hmm. I think for now I have exhausted the possibilities of talking about Maths. I envy the Americans, they only have Math to deal with. Here we get it in plural.

Introduction

2004-09-28T13:26:00.000-07:00

Introduction
The act or process of introducing or the state of being introduced.
A means, such as a personal letter, of presenting one person to another.
Something recently introduced.
Something spoken, written, or otherwise presented in beginning or introducing something, especially:
A preface, as to a book.
Music. A short preliminary passage in a larger movement or work.
A basic introductory text or course of study.

Yes indeedy. And this in itself, is an introduction. To my blog, an offshoot of my other website. Now, since the other one is comics n' stuff, there wasn't much room for writing. So this has been created so I can talk nonsense as much as I want.

This site is Comic Book Girl's Guide To Life. The basic idea is that I choose a subject, and blither at length about it. So here, for example, introductions. Sometimes useful. At other times, annoying, especially when they've been written by Vanessa Feltz.

Introduction agency is just a arsey word for dating agency. It all means the same thing - you're a sad loser who can't get any. Though I can hardly talk, I've got a face like a disgruntled rodent and more hair than charisma.

In the old fartsy days, people used to formally introduce one another. "Monty, this is Prunella Plinkington. Prunesy, this is Sir Montgomery Pedigree-Chum." Kind of silly really, but since it was done by people in top hats with funny moustaches in the 19th century, it is still classy. Everything done by the aforementioned Victorian people was classy. With the exception of child labour. Not classy.

I think now I have said all I can be arsed to say about introductions. I may return to this, but it is much more likely I will not.