13 February 2005
drink, pig!
After an incomprehensibly drunken week, and just before my insides fuse together, I have decided (not for the first time) to turn to writing to avoid the deadly lure of the demon drink (the British disease!) - so in the next week or so finally expect that damn defence of Lisa Simpson! That articulate summary of my interest in infinity! Something about Iran! What my thesis is really about! and so on....erm, but don't push me, or I'll get cross and jab broken glass in your face.
In other news, the person or persons at The H is O, via the weblog, has written two ambiguous and amusing hostile tributes to the so-called troll (hiding under that virtual bridge and scaring digital goats) who ended up here lately (and I must admit I hold ambivalent respect/annoyance towards) here and here.
In other, other news K-Punk's dad came over yesterday and built a bookcase in my living-room, which is unbelievably splendid and holds an unfeasibly large amount of books (what is this, adjective sunday?). So once proper curtains are put in, and the towels taken down, infinite thought towers will no longer resemble the squat of the mind it desperately wants to be (just ignore the fact that a bunch of degenerates are about to turn up for an Althusser reading group). In fact, I better clear the broken glass from the carpet before they wonder in....stay clean, blog fellow travelers!
In other news, the person or persons at The H is O, via the weblog, has written two ambiguous and amusing hostile tributes to the so-called troll (hiding under that virtual bridge and scaring digital goats) who ended up here lately (and I must admit I hold ambivalent respect/annoyance towards) here and here.
In other, other news K-Punk's dad came over yesterday and built a bookcase in my living-room, which is unbelievably splendid and holds an unfeasibly large amount of books (what is this, adjective sunday?). So once proper curtains are put in, and the towels taken down, infinite thought towers will no longer resemble the squat of the mind it desperately wants to be (just ignore the fact that a bunch of degenerates are about to turn up for an Althusser reading group). In fact, I better clear the broken glass from the carpet before they wonder in....stay clean, blog fellow travelers!
