09 August 2004
Reason-upon-sea
A pleasant couple of days by the non-sea of Southampton with my smallest, prettiest friend (currently looking very fetching with 'Crash'-like prosthetics after dislocating her knee in a club. And she went to Glastonbury in a wheelchair - I was impressed).
Sure you're all very pleased to know that I'm currently preparing a long post on rationality, in order to merit my inclusion in various other blog volks' 'philosophy' categories. Oh, and to start big fights with people too, of course!
But it might be a while as I couldn't sleep last night due to a plague (a vexation? a exasperation?... a waspishness?) of wasps, and am currently succumbing to those dull demands of bios to sleep (that scuzzy, feckless underbelly of logos). Only joking, of course I like bodies too....inserted into giant yeast-making machines by dead bunnies....or in pies.
During my final year at Thatcher's favourite University (TM), it was decided that the final ball event would be Shakespeare themed. 'Great,' I thought, 'I do hope they choose Titus. I would love to get smashed and insult all the c***s in my year whilst surrounded by paper mache limbs and people-pies.' Sadly, though, they picked 'a Midsummer Night's Dream' instead. I hate those fucking fairies.
Sure you're all very pleased to know that I'm currently preparing a long post on rationality, in order to merit my inclusion in various other blog volks' 'philosophy' categories. Oh, and to start big fights with people too, of course!
But it might be a while as I couldn't sleep last night due to a plague (a vexation? a exasperation?... a waspishness?) of wasps, and am currently succumbing to those dull demands of bios to sleep (that scuzzy, feckless underbelly of logos). Only joking, of course I like bodies too....inserted into giant yeast-making machines by dead bunnies....or in pies.
During my final year at Thatcher's favourite University (TM), it was decided that the final ball event would be Shakespeare themed. 'Great,' I thought, 'I do hope they choose Titus. I would love to get smashed and insult all the c***s in my year whilst surrounded by paper mache limbs and people-pies.' Sadly, though, they picked 'a Midsummer Night's Dream' instead. I hate those fucking fairies.
