I was listening to Weird Al, and I think this might be the best line he's written:

And I was crazy like Manson about her
She got me all choked up like Momma Cass

He's definitely getting better and better.

I'm watching the inauguration, and all I can think is "Hey, I almost shit my pants right there."

Oh, also, I think I'm gonna write my thesis, if it winds up being academic, on British apocalypse fiction.

There's a country song by (The?) Zac Brown Band called "Chicken Fried". I heard it when mum had the country music TV station on while we took down the Christmas decorations. It's nothing particularly new or radical in country music - a fairly jingoistic tune about how awesome the singer's down-home lifestyle is and how much he loves his country, ( Read more... )

YES!

Write, write, you feckless bastard. Write, or what's it worth?

I saw a bum with an eyepatch at a bus stop today. Awesome.

An excerpt from a paper I turned in this morning, just to show what a great outlet this program is for me, despite the considerable geographical setbacks.

"To hijack Badiou, let the set of occurrence of events be E. This is the set of all events that have, are, or will occur given the scenario of two immortals (set P, which contains two elements ( Read more... )

Had a weird dream a few days ago. In the dream, the cure for all of mankind's diseases had been found and the cure was anilingus. Getting your brown eye licked clean would wipe out everything from anxiety to AIDS. The world's greatest doctor - that is, the world's greatest job rimmer - was a girl who I go to school with up here whose name will ( Read more... )

I think the proliferation of intoxicants and esoteric writing in my current line of work and study has started to have a warping effect on my mind. I recently named my fists The Hammer of Thor (left) and The Star of David (right).