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There's a special variety of hatred that attends messy divorces and separations. Not just the bitter, resentful, vindictive hatred we hear about, the kind that culminates with the theatrical slamming of doors and hollering and angry sobbing behind barred doors, but the sort of hatred that's characterized by complete apathy and indifference. The ( Read more... ) -
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I sustained my first hanger related internal injury today. After I pulled the coat hanger out and inspected it, as I always do, I couldn't help but notice a thin streak of blood on one side. I have no idea where I'm injured or how bad it is (I imagine some of the blood may have cleared off in the act of removing the hanger), but at least it doesn ( Read more... ) -
We Have an Artist in the Family!
I went to The Dux yesterday with poopalicious while Chief and Pooter went to check out Hackneyed Vista, and I was so inspired by her outstanding portraits of Conrade that I decided to give it a whirl myself.
We were both pretty drunk by this time on accounta all the "treatment" I kept adding to our vodka tonics (treatment=vodka).
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After last summer's grisly spider epidemic, I've equipped the bathroom with a tupperware container just in case I have to perform an emergency spider evacuation at a moment's notice, such as during crucial crotch-and-ass-washing sessions in the shower. As soon as I catch sight of the spider's foul countenance, I wait until it's within reach and ( Read more... ) -
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It took me a while to realise that academia is, at its best, little more than purposeless cosmopolitanism, a mania for method employed to no constructive end. Then I realised that was wrong, too; it's just the sausage-factory universities, which are as ubiquitous as women's mushroom-top trousers, that are spoiling academia. I want out. I've ( Read more... ) -
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In the second chapter I allude to Stout Cortez staring at the Pacific. Shortly after the appearance of this narrative in serial form in America, I received an anonymous letter containing the words, "You big stiff, it wasn't Cortez, it was Balboa." This, I believe, is historically accurate. On the other hand, if Cortez was good enough for Keats, ( Read more... ) -
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There really ought to be a word for that little sliver of soap in the dish that isn't quite enough to properly wash your crotch, ass, and armpits. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Or even worse, that gangly long-legged clumsy motherfucking spider that keeps you on your toes in the shower by repeatedly attempting to climb up the wall right ( Read more... ) -
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To All My Anonymous Lurkers, Whom I Have the Pleasure or displeasure, depending on who you happen to be of Knowing in Some Respect:
First of all, welcome to my shitty little internet web travesty.
Please do not hold me accountable for
What I say here in no way reflects
I'm sorry if I have offended
I'm really a nice person if you get to knoI ( Read more... ) -
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I'm awful at sticking to just one project over an extended period of time, particularly when that project turns into a leviathan. I've been reading on my own time a lot lately, and I've fallen in love with Borges again. Mainly because (at least, in the pieces I have read) 'objective reality'- as constituted by reason and temporality- is lost in ( Read more... ) -
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It's been a very trying two weeks, but the surgery went well and my doctor is impressed with my speedy recovery. In fact, I should be able to have sexual intercourse in about 4 weeks. While I can't wait until I can finally experience sexual intercourse with only one set of genitalia, I'm still a little ambivalent about the surgery. On the one ( Read more... )