Okay. Golden Age. Done.

My facebook status currently reads "Somebody get Spenser in here and write the boy a check because omg Glorianagasm."

Which is true.

Except not.

You cannot have, in the same movie, Gloriana In Armor Under Cross of St George and wimpy little girl-queen. You can't, that is, unless there is... what's the word? Narrative? Or some ( Read more... )

The blog has altered its identity. See it in all its refreshed glory here.

If you don't believe me about high school, well, Liam backs me up on all of it. So there.

Too lazy to post anything. But I DID send in my application, at long bloody fucking last. So that's something.

Cheers.

A lot of poets have said a lot of things about the month of April. Let's dispense with it for the nonce, shall we?

But just as I was getting into the swing of things with my Canterbury Tales (kit: it's incidental, I ain't never gonna be no medievalist), in between bouts of sympathizing perhaps overly with Miss Eyre, Geoffrey Chaucer himself requests ( Read more... )

Presentiments are strange things! and so are sympathies; and so are signs: and the three combined make one mystery to which humanity has not yet found the key. I never laughed at presentiments in my life; because I have had strange ones of my own. Sympathies, I believe, exist (for instance, between far-distant, long-absent, wholly estranged ( Read more... )

Holy shit: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_UAwZKL4_0w.

Nothing I've read in a long time has made me laugh until I cried.

Until this.

Because I know none of y'all are reading my blog, I give you two really important things:

1. Anti-nuclear street-party à la française.

2. This is not a caricature. This is the Président de la République. Jacques Chirac, ladies and gentlemen, outdoing himself and all Frenchmen, yet again. (But what gorgeous French! What intonation! What sagely-taken ( Read more... )

Uhm, so, these mice... (except I think they're rats) -- they're, well, surfing.

I'm still alive ( Read more... )

Love is evil. Futhermore, Slavoj Zizek is completely fucking insane.

Courtesy of lumpenprofessoriat.