Well, day two of the second round of blogging has begun, and let me just begin my stating that things are going to start out on a pretty hate filled note. My first two targets of the day are people who take the Thameslink train and alight at King's Cross and Hello Kitty banner adverts.

As I am apt to do when on weekday mornings, I take the Underground to work from Finsbury Park to King's Cross. I try and get in the car closest to the Thameslink entrance of KX to give me a couple of seconds head start before the rest of the morning commuter rabble get to the stairway and clog it up. From the stairway, I take a left and walk down the long, long, long tubular hallway towards the escalator. My train always seems to arrive at the same time as a Thameslink train. From their platform, the Thameslink passengers need to travel down the long, long, long tubular hallway to get to their Underground line. It is then that the tubular hallway becomes a battleground.

In the struggle for hallway dominance, Thameslink always wins. The cocky Thamslink passengers take up 4/5s of the hallway and leave the rest for the Victoria Line wimps. There aren't any more of them than there are of us, but it might have to do with the fact that they walk slightly downhill. I mean, it made a difference back in the olden days when one had a kingdom to protect and feudal lands to defend. Attack from on high because it gives you the upper hand, so to speak. They are just so stubborn about it too. Walking around like they are cock of the walk, with their "suits" and "briefcases" filled with "files" and a "newspaper" and a fancy, overpriced "pen."

We are important too. People who get off at King's Cross maybe don't wear a suit of the traditional kind. Just because we happen to wear a sensible polo and jeans and carry one of those triangluar backpacks that the kids seem to love filled with the latest David Sedaris book instead of an FT doesn't make us any less important in the larger scheme of things. Give us our due, at least half of the hallway.

The second issue of the day is the abundance of Hello Kitty advertisements on the internet. They are everywhere that I am in the virtual world. Isn't Hello Kitty past its heyday yet? I mean, its been around far longer than the Tamaguchi Egg and that was a matter of life and death.

And now the Hello Kitty phenomenon has followed me into my home. My home! Yes, if you look at the top of my page what do you see? Two simple advertisements for Hello Kitty wares. What is really surprising is that these are two competitors. While I applaud the spirit of capitalism employed by these two vendors, I just can't imagine that this is what Adam Smith had in mind. Hello Kitty sellers battling it out for control of Hello Kitty turf right in my front yard. Its like using the Socratic method to get someone to admit that yes, Sprite is more satisfying than Slice.