Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
I'm ecstatically happy! I just got three five-hundred page novels (the Gormenghast trilogy, matter of fact) through Interlibrary Loan! I've read plenty of non-Program stuff since I've been here, of course; all the Harry Potters this year, the Lord of the Rings last year, the Doomsday Book, The Plague Dogs, Cancercrab, various paperback-sized kids' books, Neil's gay Philoctetes book, some other short easy trash... but I'm more excited about this for some reason. Maybe it's because I'm not explicitly reading 'em to avoid writing a paper since HAHAHAHA I don't have any papers! Or maybe it's because I've never read them before. Or maybe it's because I just saw the movie and liked it a whole lot and it's usually nicer reading the book of a movie you saw than the other way around. I dunno. I'm just very happy. Titus Groan, I'm a-comin' on ya!
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02:35:48 PM,Wednesday 1 May 2002
'Cause I'm a sleeper, I'm a droner, I'm a wanker, and I'm a loner,
I play my jew's harp by the pond,
I'm a slacker, I'm a shirker, I'm a circle-jerker,
I like abusing double-entendres
Woooo, wooooooo...
People talk about me, chickpea
They say I sleep during math
Don't you worry, don't worry, dude, man, chum, pal, please don't worry,
'Cause I read (sleep) read (sleep) read (sleep) in the bath
Woooo, wooooooo...
You're the saltiest savory so far
I really love your Marmite, wanna unscrew your jar...
I really love your Marmite, wanna unscrew your jar...
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03:15:45 AM,Wednesday 1 May 2002
Once, when I was in bed and had overslept my summer algebra class, a man named Nigel walked into my room, looked around, and said, "You're pathetic." I just got the proof of it. I thought to myself tonight, "Should I do my homework? No, I can do it during music tomorrow. Should I clean my room? No, I've already exhausted myself playing the OCD simulated version. Should I address the invitations my mom wants me to send? No, my fingers are still green from yesterday. Should I burn the three CDs I promised I'd burn? No, I'm listening to Ariadne's funky 'how to play the tabla' track on repeat, and I'd have to turn it off. Should I watch another Simpsons episode? No, I've already seen eight or so in the last three days. Should I look up dirty pictures on the internet? No, I've already satisfied my prurient urges with that lego lady. I know! I'll look up words in the OED!!"
Bumdockdousse: Urquhart's word for pimpompet, ‘a kinde of game wherein three hit each other on the bumme with one of their feet’.
oy vey...
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02:23:04 AM,Wednesday 1 May 2002
T.I.A.I.L.W.:Ruby, Galactic Gumshoe.
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02:01:44 AM,Wednesday 1 May 2002
Just in case anyone uses this blog as a how-to-woo-Mirabai hint manual (heh), let me state cleanly on the record that I am a sucker for birch forests. Few temptations are conquerable when I'm surrounded with thin hard flashing black and white.
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10:03:09 PM,Tuesday 30 April 2002
T.I.A.I.L.W.:Lion Tamers.
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07:52:32 PM,Tuesday 30 April 2002
There's a website for kids with obsessive-compulsive disorder, and it has games on it. One of the games is called "What a Mess", in which you have to vanquish the disorder of a little bedroom in a blind panic before entropy unravels all your hard work and makes it foul and disgusting again. Is this... therapeutic? (from some random stranger's site I found wiggling through Google)
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02:55:34 PM,Tuesday 30 April 2002
We played softball instead of having math class today, but I skipped out on it. Now I'm hiding from my piano teacher in the computer lab. I want a popsicle.
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02:12:33 PM,Tuesday 30 April 2002
After indulging in a weekend of my favorite deadly virtue (sandwiching a day of its utteropposite)(and I ain't talking about chastity, ya smirking finches), I ate some lettuce leaves and assorted vegetabley fixings. And they tasted very delicious indeed. That's why I'm wondering if I could maybe use the same tactic with my approaching indentureship... if I make myself thoroughly sick of lounging around in my underwear reading naughty comic books and playing computer pinball now just the way I gave myself a taste for that nice healthy salad by eating nothing but salt, grease, and crunchy bits for days (not counting Croquet day, which is the only time in my life I've actually gorged myself on sushi. I've nibbled, made a meal of, tucked in with a vengeance, and gobbled up two-fisted, but I've never actually eaten sushi until I felt like a boa constrictor before. God, it was good.) I'll be set up on the path of righteousness just 'cause the virtue will have deadlied itself out in me. Right? I mean, it hasn't worked for atheism yet, but I've still got hope. I mean... well. I realize this all relies in some hypothetical healthy impulse in me to get finally fed up with the rubbish I stuff it with, and I'm not convinced beyond reasonable doubt that I've really got one, but I figure it's worth a shot, huh? Huh.
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04:35:33 AM,Tuesday 30 April 2002
Oh yeah. I've had the pleasure of consuming several starfruit over the past year, so that's why right now I want a dragonfruit instead.
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04:09:58 AM,Tuesday 30 April 2002
I'm listening to Blogswap CDs and I'm very very happy. I just listened to Martin and now I'm halfway through Neil's. I'm severely tempted to stay up all night and listen to the lot of 'em, but I've started seeing imps dancing at the corners of my vision, so it's probably best that I bed myself. Now, there have been some other posts about how lovely the Blogswap was, and that's undeniable, but I like specifics, damnit. So I'll offer up some of my own and maybe the rest of y'all will follow. Well, Tania posted about how much donkey snout "Mein Herr" whups, and good on her, but I like long reams and critiques debates and reminiscences and stuff. So I'll start with Martin's. He gets points for being the only one to write commentaries for every album. I like that a lot (my leetle blogging quarterhorse).
Points also go to: both versions of Brazil, because the movie is insidious and wicked in all the right ways and because my friend James Brown first showed it to me when I was a corruptible youth and I became obsessed with that godawful song nearly as much as the movie itself, to the point of buying an album Django Rheinhardt did when he was {shudder} experimenting with boingy electric breeze jazz because it had him playing Brazil to horrific effect. So, yeah, a perfect bookend.
I've got an inborn prejudice against Simon and Garfunkel, so don't mind me.
Madness I've liked ever since I saw their two performances on The Young Ones. This song seemed subtle and less manic than the two I'd heard.
AAAAAAAAH THE SONG FROM CATS JUST CAME ON GOD SAVE US ALL HELLLLLP
Eric the Half a Bee I have two vivid memories of -- once, when I was maybe eight or so, climbing up some hill in the Montana countryside on a damp day while my brother and my nephew's stepdad sang it at the top of their lungs. It was the first python I'd heard of. But the second to last time I went to Maryland me and Martin sang it together too, and whistled the whole last bit together in perfect unison.
AAAAAAAAAAH AND NOW IT'S EVITA KILL ME NOW THE PAAAAAAIN
I like the drunken Irish horse racing song a lot. Wish I could sing like that.
Movin' Right Along is such a great damn song by any standard.
The Reel Big Fish and Save Ferris song scares my pants off. Eep.
SUBMIT!
Art Fag Bastard is too short. I want more Prague sleaze!
Uncle F*cka -- Did I mention that this song on two-hour repeat was the only thing that got me through my senior essay?
La Ingrata -- I wanna learn this. They have cool accents -- all jawy and piping. I had a CD of a band from Mexico called Cuca. I traded it for a calculator. Stupid me. They were obscene and loud and good.
Yar! I will be listening to these CDs frequently, I bet. Which is good, 'cause as most of ya know, it's like eating fish livers to try and make me listen to pop music. It's because I'm an untrusting soul. But these mix CDs are just in the right proportion not to scare me off but to get me grooving at the same time. Eternal gratitude. Ahhh, it's that Hedwig Symposium song. All is forgiven, Neil. Almost. You'll get your review next.
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03:55:16 AM,Tuesday 30 April 2002
I wonder if the nearly simultaneous blogging of nearly overlapping events (namely crow-k) from several different fronts will be useful to Katherine in writing her blog novel.
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03:23:54 AM,Tuesday 30 April 2002
Sleep is for tortoises.
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02:17:06 AM,Tuesday 30 April 2002
Just had a really great damn seminar. Understood the text a whole lot better than when I read it. Everyone got really excited, but we all listened to each other, and each question built off the other ones. Asked a lot of Big Big Questions. Didn't get no Answers. Wanted to go read more and talk more and keep talking. The way it oughtta be.
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12:16:23 AM,Tuesday 30 April 2002
Blogswap Tracklist.
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08:21:28 PM,Monday 29 April 2002
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Lazy Girls.
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07:55:49 PM,Monday 29 April 2002
In defiance of the sensible advice given me further down the page:
'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,
"You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again."
As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed,
Turns his sides and his shoulders and his heavy head.
"A little more sleep, and a little more slumber;"
Thus he wastes half his days and his hours without number,
And when he gets up, he sits folding his hands,
Or walks about sauntering, or trifling he stands.
I pass'd by his garden and saw the wild briar,
The thorn and the thistle grow broader and higher;
The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags;
And his money still wastes till he starves or he begs.
I made him a visit, still hoping to find
That he took better care for improving his mind:
He told me his dreams, talked of eating and drinking;
But he scarce reads his Bible, and never loves thinking.
Said I then to my heart, "Here's a lesson for me,"
This man's but a picture of what I might be:
But thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding,
Who taught me betimes to love working and reading.
-- Isaac Watts
Yeah? Here's a lesson for you, pal: THBPPPBT!
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07:49:50 PM,Monday 29 April 2002
30 hours to get there, 24 hours to spend there, 30 hours to get back, and every second of it was blissful radiance. I didn't see enough of Martin or Tania... or Moss, or Neil, or... gah! Anybody, Remi has a very unjust fist of doom hovering over him (but is a splendid good sort about it regardless), and I didn't get any deviled eggs, but Homeslice has a dish who might introduce me to Peabody mezzolings, hubba hubba, Remi bought me MARMITE and a copper-tinted JEW'S HARP that boings like the seven seas, and it's too damn sweet to be in the actual physical presence of people who basically make your life happy when they're incorporeal but make you feel like you're a kid with a Pentagon-built water pistol in a room full of puffer fish when you have even a few hours to hang out with them the way humans, um, do, you know. Damn. Gah! Now I'm getting sad. But I ain't really. I'm happy. Foowah. Man. I'm gonna go to dinner, maybe read my damn reading instead of making up spleen-curdling puns about it, and then come back and listen to the blogswap CDs. Oh, gotta deliver Ariadne's to her, too. A sluggard's work is never done. Sluggard. That reminds me...
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07:44:52 PM,Monday 29 April 2002
Knock-Knock.
Who's there?
Husserl.
Husserl who?
Husserl is going to be so studly that even without being registered or exposed to the public the very thought of it is able to make me blow off my seminar reading entirely and just sit for hours in rapt contemplation of its imminent overpowering studliness?
Why, I haven't the foggiest.
Dum de dum de dee...
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07:30:18 PM,Monday 29 April 2002
Good or bad: a determined length of indolence, neglect, and self-indulgence immediately before a much greater length of persistent disciplined action for extremely high stakes the likes of which having never previously been required or attempted?
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04:49:04 PM,Monday 29 April 2002
