The second rule of blogging is, you DO NOT talk about blogging

I don’t know how many other people have been watching My Name Is Earl, but I have. For those of you who haven’t, it’s a new American comedy where the lead character wins the jackpot on a scratch card right before being hit by a car. While a motoring accident is not really all that entertaining in itself, this one is merely a device for introducing the protagonist to the concept of Karma. That is to say the bastardised Hollywood Karma paraphrased into the simple idiom “What goes around come around”.

This concept of Karma intrigued me. Naturally I had heard of it before, but here was not only the concept, but also the application. Karma was having a visible effect on Earl and the people around him. I decided to do my own research. According to Wikipedia, in reference to Karma, “performance of positive action results with the reaction of a good conditioning in one's experience, whereas a negative action results in a reaction of a bad response. This may be an immediate result following the act, or a delayed result occurring either in the present life or the next. Thus, meritorious acts may create rebirth into a higher station, such as a superior human being or a godlike being, while evil acts result in rebirth as a human living in less desirable circumstances, or as a lower animal.” You may be wondering what all that means. Basically it equates to “What goes around come around”.

In other news, I had to wait for ages after work today because we couldn’t get the alarm to set. I waited for a while however I had a bus to catch so I distracted everybody and ran off, leaving them behind to wait until the alarm was set. I started to feel bad, but then I remember that I killed off my conscience long ago.

I got to the bus stop and had to wait for ages in the cold because I missed the first bus and the second was late. When I finally got home, Mum had bought me a pair or cord trousers that are tight around the crotch however I have to wear them until they stretch, because apparently cord stretches better than denim and anyway, I wear stupidly baggy trouser that are too big for me where the crotch is below the knee and it’s time I started wearing proper trousers. So as I sit here typing, my testicals have changed shape to fit the trousers instead of the other way around, I have to time my toilet breaks because it takes so long to pull the trousers back up that by the time I have managed it, I need to go again, and now my computer keeps doing weird things like crashing and generally not doing what I want it to, when I need it to.

Oh well. I guess that’s Karma.