Monthly Archives: December 2004
“Commot”? What on earth’s a commot? Ah, there’s a reference somewhere. Thank Christ…. “Commot: subdivision of a cantrev.” Oh, cheers, Jeffrey of Harvard. I think I’ll read Homestar Runner instead, as I can understand perhaps three of every four words … Continue reading
O God. Having seen this on the smallbeds feed alongside editor’s entry from the same day, I’ve just realized what happened. You could set your calendar by me, you know.
Christmas always makes me emotionally labile, teary at the first tiny child or cheery Santa I see. Cycling into town is a good purgative for this complaint, jostling with the OBC and Stagecoach dickheads until I am like a sieve … Continue reading
A switch flips and I’m totally, totally awake. Anyway. Morning. Technically. Blandings Castle should keep me company, although I’m definitely avoiding the Dostoevsky until it’s daylight. Last time I tried a few pages I went all wide-eyed over the forms … Continue reading
K. would like to ask you all: Fancy a sauna party?
I don’t know what unsettles me the most: that Gatas Parlament, tricksy, media-savvy Norweminems, have become famous for raising money to pay for the assassination of George W Bush; that they register the domain killhim.nu for the sole purpose thereof; … Continue reading
In complaining about the overprescription of antidepressants, and indeed the mistaken prescription of them simply for ennui, Mary Kenny, like the doctors she whines about, conflates sadness and depression. Depression feels like an act of biochemistry, a behavioural tumour, or … Continue reading
‘Elvis is basically Shakin’ Stevens writ large….’ ‘… If you value anything remotely like authenticity, or involvement with the music you listen to, then [Tom Waits] is just clanking nonsense about dwarves….’ ‘… As one Marley fan said to another … Continue reading