The Nature of Things

Greetings, gentle readers.
No disrespect to Dr. David Suzuki (with whom I've spoken and respect deeply) but it seems apropos to mention at this point how intensely depressing this entire blogpage is. Does the fact that life is fleeting and essentially unfulfilling colour the way I express things?
Am I alone in feeling that the world is a bleaker place for lack of Sir Harry Secombe, Douglas Adams, John Lennon, and Bill Shankly? Every time I mention "England and the colonies", I think of Sir Harry and the goons. Every vaguely self-derisory comment echoes Douglas Adams. Every expression of inauthentic bombast sounds like John. And from whence would my love of football come, if not from the Messiah of Glenbuck?
Everyone's life ends the same way, although I always thought it amusing to consider that I could go out the same way I came into this world - naked, screaming, and in a pool of blood.
Happy thoughts aside, I considered that before I post my next entry of my pulchritudinous premiership that I should inject a sense of gravitas into the proceedings. At least I haven't spouted off some weary chestnuts like "everyone dies, but not everyone truly lives." Oh. Damn, I just did.
Right-o. Looking forward to the Liverpool v. Manchester United match tomorrow morning, although that will mean being horizontal a long time before and after.
"How are the Reds doing?" I hear you ask. Well, we're not quite as spectacularly well off as teams like Chelski who thus far have won every single league match without conceding a single goal. We're apparently not even as successful as Hearts of Midlothian, who have taken the Scottish Premier League by storm, winning all of their seven matches thus far with striker Rudi Skacel scoring in every match. That being said, we're not losing. And the defence of the European Champions' Cup has begun in earnest, with the Red Machine travelling to Seville to defeat Réal Betis 2-1. Things are proceeding apace, and the future somehow manages to look simultaneously bright and daunting. Bright, because the team is playing better with every match and soon the last batch of international qualifiers for the 2006 World Cup will be out of the way. Daunting because the fixture congestion of League, European Champions' League, FA Cup, League Cup and World Club Cup will mean that there will be more games than that at which one could comfortably shake a stick.
So, as always, I advise courage and fortitude while falling far short of displaying either attribute in my personal life. I knew a huge, burly Afrikaaner while I was living in Malawi, and whenever we played Blackjack together, he had this habit of bellowing "COURAGE!" before pounding the table and hitting a 12 or a 13. So unless you want to upset 250 lbs. of gruff Boer, I suggest that we all listen to what he had to say. Or he'll probably rip off some of our limbs and beat us with the bloody stumps.
I'm off to lie down again. Until next time, cheerio.

-mARKUS
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