Don’t ask, don’t tell

But I do have a good feeling about 6, 11, 12, 35, 39 and 44 for this week's Lotto draw
See, kids? That’s why Jebus doesn’t answer your prayers. It would be a public relations nightmare.

However, if you are in the market for advice on interpersonal matters, you should ask an expert like Daisyfae. I have a tendency to go off on a random and convoluted tangent involving Ian Fleming quotes and you’d end up being even more confused than ever.

On the subject of emotional matters, I was chatting to Kyknoord Jr on the phone and she posed the much-dreaded question, “Why are you and Mommy divorced?” A tricky one, indeed. The answer itself is relatively simple, but how exactly do you tell a six-year old that her mother went batshit crazy and her old man is generally crap with relationships? She thinks these things are normal. Poor kid.

I suspect she was hoping for a nice short explanation like “Ah, it was the radioactivity, little one”, because I was only halfway into the backstory when told me she had to go. Hey, it was important, ok? Ben 10 was on.

Credo quia absurdum

No, no - it was the Da Vinci Code, I swear!
I don’t think I’d be able to cope with godhood. Apart from having to deal with the endless streams of faithful who all have their fucking hands out, it must be a veritable semantic minefield.

If you ever doubt yourself, would that make you an atheist? That’s almost as bad as being your own father.