Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
The good news: I just got an email from a lady at the Met who told me that she's gonna be sending me a tape of the opera quiz broadcast! So I'll get to hear it after all, yay!
The bad news: My computer's backlight is, to all appearances, completely fucking dead. AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGH!
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10:14:41 PM,Tuesday 11 November 2003
I'm feeling bitter and cynical about the state of the world today. I suppose I should savor it while it lasts. (The feeling, I mean; not the world. I guess I'm not cynical enough yet.)
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01:52:30 PM,Tuesday 11 November 2003
Wow. I really like Acid Keg. Via Wigu.
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07:47:56 AM,Tuesday 11 November 2003
Acting morally, to appear amoral. That's the secret.
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07:30:05 AM,Tuesday 11 November 2003
And the T.I.A.I.L.W. link works again, hallelu! Thank you, Moss! 128 entries of bootylicious babery and counting.
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08:27:27 PM,Monday 10 November 2003
(via vintage_sex.)
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08:25:31 PM,Monday 10 November 2003
I just used the phrase "unstemmed crapulosity". It is definitely time for bed.
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07:41:20 AM,Monday 10 November 2003
Internet BAD.
Get it through your freaking head:
INTERNET BAD!
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06:13:19 AM,Monday 10 November 2003
I live in a treacle well. I must keep writing.
If I'm to be more absurd than everyone else.
Like overstating, like pontificating
with words ten letters long;
I'm just prating.
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12:52:56 AM,Monday 10 November 2003
I've been listening to my Jukebox non-stop for the past 11 hours, and it's still got two of three battery bars lit. Tonight it has been particularly obsessed with passacaglias, double concertos, bassoon concertos, and glass harmonica music. I've been digging the first three, but the fourth sort of sets me on edge when it's late at night and I'm irkingly behind on my word count. Agh! Here it comes again! Screetch scritch scratch... {jams thumb on the track forward button} phew. Shawms. Shawms I can handle. It's not that I don't like the glass harmonica, but it's just got this very special timbre that seems to vibrate sympathetically with one's every frayed nerve. But maybe my Jukebox is wiser than I am -- if glass harmonica is what I need, I suppose I should just sit and take it. Next time. Yeah. Next time.
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08:22:13 AM,Sunday 9 November 2003
Now what the hell am I going to do? Lord Ethelred has been trussed up in the attic all night. If they let him go, he'll blow the whistle on their whole operation. But they don't really want to kill him; I mean, he's just a foppish old windbag. Do they bribe him? He's hardly going to be very well disposed toward whatever deal they think they can make with him. And even if he agrees, who can trust the man? He's got a mouth bigger than a turnip field! What about that coachman of his, who's a secret member of the Order? Can he do anything useful? Argh. This is impossible.
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06:27:33 AM,Sunday 9 November 2003
Following up on that little favorites kick down thar, Sarah Bernhardtanecdotes!
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02:17:46 AM,Sunday 9 November 2003
I just can't strut when my shirt buttons up the left.
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01:48:33 AM,Sunday 9 November 2003
www.featherlessbiped.org is a photoblog, and a pretty damn nice one. One more sterling success on the typing-in-random-domain-names front.
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12:13:36 AM,Sunday 9 November 2003
My favorite living actress: JudyDavis.
My favorite dead actress: LiliMarlene.
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07:41:20 PM,Saturday 8 November 2003
I aspire to belong to the facetious school of literature. Most of its members are British and modern (e.g.: Peake, Waugh, Wodehouse, Adams), and a few of them even manage not to be superficial while they're being so veddy veddy clever. In my case, it's rather a problem. I'm neither British nor clever, and shallowness seems basted in my bones. Plus my wannabe-18th-century-style syntax should just be dragged to the shoulder of the racetrack and shot. But Excelsior, damnit! Excelsior!
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06:56:33 PM,Saturday 8 November 2003
Damn. They weren't singing "Come and get your oatcake on." But it's a 'traditional cotton screwing shanty'! What was I supposed to think?
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11:53:54 PM,Friday 7 November 2003
At what age does it stop being Juvenalia and start being Suckanalia?
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09:51:30 PM,Friday 7 November 2003
Y'know, if I ever took up composing serial music, I'd be the Knight of the Rows!
*rimshot*
{hold for hysterical laughter and applause}
{hold some more}
{...}
I quit.
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10:15:52 AM,Friday 7 November 2003
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