Happy Birthday to Me (Blog)

So. This blog is now a year old.
As befits its birthday (<inset quibble here about blogs not technically being born>. Tough. Mine was. Deal with it), you'd expect some kind of magnum opus to be churned out. A provocative, witty, persuasive, hilarious argument or observation that will blow your socks off.

Good luck finding that.

My back hurts and I can't, frankly, be bothered to celebrate this. So here's a link to an amusing tumblr account.
http://tragedyseries.tumblr.com/

Bah

Blogger has changed.
It has changed the dashboard.
It has changed the look behind the scenes.
It has changed the way you do a new post.

It has changed, and it did not ask me first.


Bah.

Okay, let me make on thing clear. I do not object unreservedly to change in itself (nor do I mean this in the 'I'm not racist, but I do think it's okay to burn crosses while wearing a pointy white hood' sense). Change is all right; it's manageable. But, and here's the key thing, only when it's actually for the better.

Got that, Blogger? Got that, Tesco? Got that, whatever else changes whenever the hell it feels like it without offering a suitable, compelling reason?

I had just got my head around the Blogger system, and was starting to feel comfortable with it. I was perfectly content. But now, presumably with the idea that changing something automatically improves it regardless of what has been changed, it's all gone wrong. Suddenly, I feel ignorant and confused and bewildered and just a little bit scared.

I shall repeat. Bah.

Slang Ahoy!

There's a growing emphasis for many young people about the need to be 'street' (look it up; can't be bothered to explain it right now). However, I can't quite escape the fact that this is inappropriate for that sorely neglected group, the middle classes. They don't want to be seen playing loud hippety-hop in ripped (the tears make them worth more. Duh) clothes. No. It is time for the ground-breaking entrance of a new sub-culture. It is now the era of people proudly wearing fair-trade beanies and pronouncing themselves as 'Avenue'.

• A common initiation for those wishing to be avenue is the peddling of chilli peppers on the streets. For many, it's Scotch or nothing; none of that weak, cut rubbish.
• Many wouldn't dream of being caught outside without the latest clothes from the sales racks at Next and Boden. A serious negation of Avenue Credibility ('Av Cred') could be at stake.
• A popular past time is walking down the streets, bouncing a tennis ball with a racket on the ground, with Coldplay blasting (quietly) from a small speaker.

And now I've run out of steam.