Be Nice To Oxygen Day

So for some time now I have been itching to get my thoughts out into the world. Be it in literary form, a social network extravaganza or just some notes jotted down in the back of a Mathematics notebook, my thoughts seem to find ways to commit themselves to paper. Finally, after a friend asked me "Do you think writing a blog is a good idea, and if so, what are the best blogging solutions out there?", the very question I had been pondering for a while (albeit in a slightly more informal sentence), I decided to start publishing a blog.

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Yes, I know it's corny, but read the blog title for crying out loud. Corny by nature, not corny by name... See, there I go again.

For my birthing blog post I decided to go with something we can all relate to; something weighing heavily on our minds recently, namely the astounding abundance of public holidays during academics terms. Don't get me wrong, I am all for the 2-day work week, but Human Rights day? Day of the African Child? Even though it's supposed to have a lot of social significance and emotional value to those of us more politically minded, but personally I feel they should rather drop the pretense and call it "Grandma's Funeral Day number 3" or "Be Nice To Oxygen Day". Actually, that would be rather a good idea... have you ever thought how much oxygen means to you? You suck it down your oesophagus by the second, use it to light your fires and even expect it to behave when you're trying to get the washing dry. All of this for NO THANKS AT ALL?!? Come on people. Rather than having marches and parades in honour of someone who ate berries for a week and stole 2 supply crates of cane sugar from the oppressive government and suddenly became a hero of the revolution, with cushy government title and swollen financial reimbursement to match, let us take a day to think about all the good things oxygen means for us in our modern society.

The fish will love you for it; after all, they only get it in its dissolved form. Like drinking a virgin coffee on the rocks compared to downing 3 Red Bulls... that's how they must feel...

Let me stop myself before I trail off and start ranting about the price of erasable ballpoint pens and lettuce, and bid you a good Be Nice To Oxygen Day.