thunder blogging

There is something indescribably stupid about blogging in the middle of a thunderstorm that makes me want to do it even more.

So here i am, typing out my first post, fully aware of the fact that at any moment, a nice friendly bolt of highly charged particles might decide to say hello to my modem. i think a purple zig-zaggy one just missed. Maybe Thor needs more target practice.

Please Thor, if you ever intend me to die by lightning, hit me with a blue one. Don't ever EVER use a pink bolt on me. I'd kill myself from embarrassment if i wasn't dead already.

Did i just spend my first post bargaining with a Norse god on how i want to die? Yes, i just did. Y'know, i think i'm starting to like doing this. For once in my life i can say whatever i want, without someone shouting "Shut up lah!" or "Tiam laa!" or "Lu si kong hami?".

See? Even Thor agrees. I can hear his approval amidst the hammering thunder.