How many paracetamol do I need?

There was a story doing the rounds a while ago about a Google search with the words "I am lonely," and much hot air was produced over the idea of Google as a kind of therapy.

I've noticed a couple of people arriving at this site from google searches on terms we have used, mostly in jest. Search terms like "I hate myself and I want to die," and "How many paracetamol do I need to kill myself?"

This strikes me as being sad, as well as a poor reflection on the education system of the originating country. Shouldn't they be teaching kids how many paracetamol they need at school? The answer, by the way, is two (and a good lie down).

But I jest. What I was going to say, for people who arrive here having searched on those terms, take the time to read a bit, and try to find a bit of the joy behind the despair. We all despair, don't we, much of the time, as the world descends down the plug-hole into crapness, as the world continues to be geared up for fickle teenagers who have no money and thus are forced to steal in order to get the latest ringtones, while those of us "well over 30", who have disposable incomes, are fed a diet of tripe and other offal.

Then again, I suspect that someone asking themselves the question about the paracetamol is probably "well under 30," to quote the Dylan in his pomp, and therefore hate not just themselves but the likes of me, too.

Failing anything else, what else makes life worth living? Speaking personally:

1. The new Joy Lynn White record.
2. Didi's demonstration of floating in the bath
3. CJ's face
4. seventypercent.com
5. Buddy Holly's glasses
6. The movie, 10 Things I Hate About You
7. Twice-Baked potatoes
8. The Cadd9 chord
9. Re-runs of Spin City
10. Cat Sparklers - because not all pets are scared of fireworks.