tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40427012011-04-21T12:12:59.818-07:00a tiny flock of geese, honking back and forthEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comBlogger1541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1141642718797437262006-03-06T02:47:00.000-08:002006-03-06T02:58:38.806-08:00neglect, ha. the band i'm in is getting interesting. where does all the money go? - the bandtoday i phoned a manager to check what time i was in work, he said ten a.m., i got there and it turned out ten a.m. was a lie and "two days off" was the truth. i had a lot of explaining to do on the subject of my face, as it looks like i have been in a fight. and i kind of have, only it was a fight with Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1136154703441708762006-01-01T14:23:00.000-08:002006-01-01T14:31:43.450-08:00i worked new year's day. customers come in just to browse, and beg the question: why bother? i was disciplined for something that was also the fault of three other people. i am in the middle of writing something called "virgin megastores vs. mental health", all about the radio station they inflict on us - not only is every day the same, every fucking hour is the same. it can't be right and i Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1131292558795378112005-11-06T07:53:00.000-08:002005-11-06T07:55:58.806-08:00people talking about their bad backs are so fucking boring, but that's no reason NOT TO. so, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck it hurts and i think i need a keg of morphine and several ounces of "power plant" before the pain will even halve. jesus vishnu fucking krishna it's a lot of pain. amrrmrmrmmrmmmrrrrrrrrrieeeeeeeee. etc.other than that, things're getting better. and better.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1130331716396900612005-10-26T05:48:00.000-07:002005-10-26T06:01:56.403-07:00have been working at wirgin negastore for the past maybe five weeks, or is it five years, i do not know. every day is almost exactly the same and it's a good thing the people i work with are great or i might've made some kind of dirty protest by now. HIGHLIGHTS: ONE - a man from iceland asks me if we have any hale and pace dvds. HALE AND PACE. after realising i've not misheard him, the computer Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1124383908589956512005-08-18T09:50:00.000-07:002005-08-18T09:51:48.593-07:00saw a film about cats. cats who talk and have a cat kingdom and are mostly borderline evil, more than mischievous. it was good. obviously.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1124042043664856272005-08-14T10:42:00.000-07:002005-08-14T10:54:03.670-07:00came to my senses, which do exist some of the time, and arranged two nights of qotsa in london. drank heavily three nights in a row, sustained no head wounds. one morning-after, a friend of a friend told me she whipped me with bits of hedge on the way home. i don't know why i don't remember things like that. sounds pretty good. sustained no whipping wounds. saw three bands: cock rock, drumless Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1123608319046588582005-08-09T10:13:00.000-07:002005-08-09T10:25:19.050-07:00this job, the king of jobs, has an updownside. four days off, six on. today is day one of four. lounged about in parks and pubs. listened to the new brant bjork album over and over, have decided it's a masterpiece. saved by magic.queens rescheduled for the 23rd of august, camden, not sure if i can go/afford to go. if i try to sleep in the train station again would they wake me up before they shotEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1121728388316134352005-07-18T16:04:00.000-07:002005-07-18T16:13:08.320-07:00the rubbish job finished. not a bad job in itself, if you were with someone you liked or could listen to music while you did it. but i was with a bunch of stupid old racists so it was less good that it could've been. best moment, one of them was talking about nineties boy/girl bands and asked "what was the one with three girls in and one of them looked like a fucking chink?". i do not know, i do Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1121271885132484092005-07-13T09:18:00.000-07:002005-07-13T09:24:45.136-07:00i have a job! but just for this week. it lasts only a week because it's so interesting, dangerous and sexy that everyone wants to do it. picking up litter on those grass verges beside and in the middle of dual carriageways and motorway junctions and such like. i have learnt how to fix one of those grabbing devices. i have been beeped at a thousand times. i have wondered who the fuck throws entireEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1120147550308832942005-06-30T09:00:00.000-07:002005-06-30T09:05:50.313-07:00i am looking for jobs, but they are not looking for me, which makes it difficult. prospects so far are: warehouse operative starting on monday OR liason blah blah drive a van around to some banks and deliver internal messages or something officer. i like the driving one the best, but it starts on the 18th and to get there i have to somehow get through the other seventeen days and the six agenciesEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1118117015745341432005-06-06T20:40:00.000-07:002005-06-06T21:10:51.563-07:00i went to california and came back today/yesterday. i have the thing where you can't sleep because you've been in a plane for a number of hours. sometimes you get tired and others you feel like you're in a lift going down quite slowly. i find. on the plane i got three seats to myself, and all the red wine i could drink, which was five hundred and sixty one ml, or three of those small bottles Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1114770081952232392005-04-29T03:17:00.000-07:002005-04-29T03:21:21.953-07:00this morning i got QOTSA tickets. they didn't sell out in three seconds like last time. they might be sold out right now though. the gig is at somerset house in london which seems to be some sort of museum with a coutyard and fountains and things. it's on july the 7th. by then i will have been to california and found a new place to live, in leicester. i hope it's in leicester.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1113415061819801012005-04-13T10:33:00.000-07:002005-04-13T10:57:41.820-07:00i was reading in the house and heard clangy bang-thud sounds. i stood by the window thinking hmmmmmmmmmmmm and a rock the size of a fist for people missing two fingers hit the window, directly in line with my head. it was some little bastards throwing rocks for no reason. couldn't see where they were, and nothing was broken, but my skull might've been if i did the hmmmmmm-ing outside the house, Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1110053914021503052005-03-05T12:07:00.000-08:002005-03-05T12:18:34.023-08:00i can't and won't stop listening to MF Doom.last night i got some fried chicken with the new guy from work, and right as we were talking the usual urban myths about fried chicken, herpes, semen, mcdonald's and so on, he looks down and finds blood in his chicken leg. i immediately drop my portion in the bin and go urrrgh, urrrrrgh, aaaaaarrrrgh and vow never to eat anything ever again. . . . .and Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1108989274703797782005-02-21T04:33:00.000-08:002005-02-21T04:34:34.703-08:00H.S.T D.E.A.D. it looks true. with the same article being republished across a hundred different news sites. nnnrgh.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1105542436556701302005-01-12T06:50:00.000-08:002005-01-12T07:19:25.426-08:00christmas was a genius. i have an ipod now. i have dreams about buffing it. soon it will be full.
recently i got albums by caustic resin, el-p, che, black flag, high contrast and some others. music is really the best thing there is.
uni started and i have no time and little money because of the music habit and the work work work. and also the habit of never being around when people go to asda, Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1103033400665557182004-12-14T06:01:00.000-08:002004-12-14T06:10:00.666-08:00lately i've been too busy to think or sleep. i got some german army boots. i have done a lot of marching, both to and fro. this morning i hacked away at 2000 words of writing so that it fit more easily in the 1000 words-shaped hole the tutor demands. the 2000 words was explaining the total mess our group project became, and how we only just finished it at the last minute, literally 1 minute Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1100520389950609882004-11-15T04:05:00.000-08:002004-11-15T04:06:29.950-08:00i know i really need some new shoes, but i'm prevented from getting any by the mortal fear of buying new shoes.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1099922181641346372004-11-08T05:38:00.000-08:002004-11-08T06:09:05.713-08:00MANLY DESCRIPTION OF ILLNESS!
blahdy yada schmoo schmoo boo hoo, drank every night of the week and on thursday it was free strongbow (piss) at jacey's. free little cups of it, free vouchers for free pints, free vouchers for £1 off a pint, and then onto a bar that closes at two for alcoholic rasberry something or others with cream and straws and decliate sipping in the style of a lady. i felt Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1099510653871577772004-11-03T11:29:00.000-08:002004-11-03T11:37:33.873-08:00i quote:
"bohne, ward and fernandez (1976) exposed four chinchillas to a live rock concert for 2.5 hours at an average level of 107 dB(A) with very short pauses while bands changed or recuperated. . . .they note "considerable variation" in the amount of damage between the four animals. . . .they suggest that entertainment regulations should be revised"
i'd never've thought the `MRC institute ofEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1098704726244667412004-10-25T04:41:00.000-07:002004-10-25T04:45:26.243-07:00it's good when sunday din-dins at the pub turns into five hours at the pub and another three at a different one. fucking delicious dinner. and the barman told me i have a "Carling Face". really should've asked him how to get rid of it because a Carling Face is one of the last things i want. it comes just above "foetus face" near the bottom of the list of things i want. the top of this list is "Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1098108068535502232004-10-18T06:40:00.000-07:002004-10-18T07:01:08.576-07:00been a while since i contributed to this massive pile of shit so..here we are.
this sitehas been keeping me going in uni for a long while now. brant bjork is the coolest man in america.
uni will be sweller once the group work is out of the way and we can all get back to secretly hating each other's guts. yeaahhh.
last night i didn't have a single drink and survived, it felt alright. watched the Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1097161999711027872004-10-07T08:00:00.000-07:002004-10-07T08:13:19.710-07:00lately i've been rolling around on the floor outside and avoiding weird creepy men. and doing lots and lots of things i don't remember until someone reminds me of them, such as putting salt up my nose, or meeting people. so last night was the last big night out for a while i think. it involved spillage. i absorbed at least 2 pints with my right thigh due to sitting at the wrong table with lively Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1096371184044220472004-09-28T04:11:00.000-07:002004-09-28T04:33:04.043-07:00welcoming a cat into our house that turned up the very day we were all wanting a cat really badly. fed it some ham. then it went away but came back for sage and onion turkey. fat bastard.
watching a big train rumble past about 6 feet in front of my face on the bridge outside my house at some time in the middle of the night, with housemate ben. trains, they rumble good. if we'd had any drugs, ourEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1095175531505616612004-09-14T08:16:00.000-07:002004-09-14T08:25:31.506-07:00passed the electronics resit so i can start uni next week or the week after or whenever it is. and this weekend the final housemate moves in, we blatantly need either a bigger fridge or to start eating smaller food cos the things already stuffed. mainly full of fruit juice and big bottles of coke. and the remains of the Legendary Roast Chicken.
yesterday i felt the urge to eat some mushrooms, so Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1094430049033621022004-09-05T17:16:00.000-07:002004-09-05T17:29:11.396-07:00BRIEF HISTORY
finish electronics resit, train, band practice, belgian bar, assault and battery, verbal abuse of officers of metrolink and police, general despair, band practice, lake district, walking with sheep, like dinosaurs but small and woolly, band practice, gig, candy.
but the most important news is that tom waits tickets go on sale this friday. for november the 23rd. keep it a secret. Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1093534042459403022004-08-26T08:09:00.000-07:002004-08-26T08:31:45.233-07:00ahh
john thomson,the world's least funny user of cocaine, why is your program on every single night of the week on Ftn, a channel that doesn't even seem to make its own shows? and why do i sit through it nearly every single night of the week? which one of us is sadder?
i was thinking this last night, and then thought that since i was alone in the house i should get out and go for a long walk Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1093360012040092962004-08-24T08:03:00.000-07:002004-08-24T08:06:52.040-07:00
THE WEAK MUST BE PROTECTED. I AM NINE YEARS OLD.
Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1092929860785863312004-08-19T08:19:00.000-07:002004-08-19T08:37:40.786-07:00i've said it before and i'll be saying it again, why isn't everything in this country open 24 hours? specifically, greggs. the number of times i've got halfway through a bottle of cheap as fuck "chilean merlot" and started craving a sausage roll, a cornish pastie plus an egg custard, plus a chargrill chicken oval bite. . . . . we shouldn't have to suffer like this! we could subscribe to a Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1092754409310197342004-08-17T07:45:00.000-07:002004-08-17T08:08:47.780-07:00i bought a tv licence today, because the tv licensing authority's campaign of fear and more fear has finally broken me. it'd be nice if the bbc wasn't such an endless torrent of worthless fuck wouldn't it? what does our household's £31.50 a quarter contribute to exactly? bog roll for the cast of east enders. gary lineker's merkin. eeeeeeeeeeeeee i dunno. last night there was a not-bad program on Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1092323039760074412004-08-12T07:47:00.000-07:002004-08-12T08:03:59.760-07:00it's gon' rain.
last night i was somewhere, with two people, and it turned out that not only is my full name Edward, but both of their middle names are Edward too. and not only that, but all three of us are male! with hair! and clothes! and all of our knees bend the same way! this was too much to bear and i had to have a maltesers drink. i learnt the name of some amazing illustrators and some Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1091745985359455022004-08-05T15:20:00.000-07:002004-08-05T15:46:25.360-07:00i was in tesco buying things to stuff into my face, which included pringles. the girl at the till said "get another one!", i said "nah i only want the one". she explained they were on offer, were cheap and i explained that 2 is twice as much as i need. we went back and forth like this and she said "i hate people!.............i mean, people who don't take advantage of offers like this". i told herEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1090337327919310372004-07-20T08:25:00.000-07:002004-07-20T08:28:47.920-07:00message for jamie angell on the slim chance he'll see it.
mr.jamie angell you elusive bastard, hotmail says your email address doesn't exist anymore and i lost my phone which means i lost your number. the other night i bumped into that guy who hung around halls a lot last year and was really into hip hop and wore woolly hats. he also is wondering where you are.
the end.
Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1089988433391646552004-07-16T07:25:00.000-07:002004-07-16T07:33:53.390-07:00it feels good to have finally clawed, hammered and claw-hammered the last large chunk of money out of those incompetent shit-freaks at the workbank. not all of the money, they still owe me all the holiday pay that i've accrued. accrued accrued accrued. the woman kept using the word accrued when she didn't need to. so today i might buy a coat, or a sandwich.
on the 27th i go to see brant bjork in Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1089639901655820572004-07-12T06:25:00.000-07:002004-07-12T06:45:01.656-07:00"slight, tiny, simple error" this morning means i didn't get paid at all. which means i phoned the agency to say "..........GRRRRRR!", was told to wait, didn't wait, turned up at the agency live and in person and made a small brouhaha which frequently touched on the phrase "i can't believe you've done this", while everyone in the office threw tiny bits of meaningless sympathy at my mouth in an Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1088704670126278052004-07-01T10:43:00.000-07:002004-07-01T10:57:50.126-07:00i'm living in a new house. i should say giant fucking mansion that a slow child could probably get lost in. the place is all new and we're the first people to live in it and so it's cheaper than it should be. me and steve keep just laughing at it, like "tee hee hee this house is good". the drawers are full of new cutlery, the cupboards full of pots and pans, there's an iron and a toaster that Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1088540992075879582004-06-29T13:15:00.000-07:002004-06-29T13:29:52.076-07:00TRUTH FOR YOUTH! there was a god bus outside work during the half-hour break. ACCEPT THE WORD OF THE LORD AND BE SAVED! only there was no-one in it. i hung around its doors wishing i'd brought my camera, knocking, no-one was there. it was a disappointment the size of a medium elephant. i went and sat on the grass, eating, reading, listening to the devil's music and looking as ungodly as possible Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1088503029098288292004-06-29T02:48:00.000-07:002004-06-29T02:57:09.100-07:00a selection of things that're shouted at me/everyone yesterday/every day ever.
PUT THOSE APPLES AWAY!
GO AND GET YOUR SALADS!
YOU'VE LEFT IT IN THE WRONG BAY!
FACKIN ONIOOOOOOONNNNS!
the place is full of people on vroom-vroom powder, especially the guy who takes care of salads. he rushes everywhere and is prime candidate for "local man makes own head fall off through stress" type headlines in theEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1087913686268587322004-06-22T07:03:00.000-07:002004-06-22T07:14:46.270-07:00i have a new phone and the hint of a new job, order-picking at the co-op warehouse. job-giving agency man has said no-one's lasted more than 2 weeks because it requires them to work unsociable hours, some of which are on sundays, which students don't do, apparently. did he mean students of the bible? the hours are 12-8 p.m. which sounds alright to me. i suspect they stopped after 2 weeks because Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1086829221903308872004-06-09T17:41:00.000-07:002004-06-09T18:00:21.903-07:00i lost my phone. it must've slithered out of my pocket when i was on the met. i shoulda known, wearing the loose-pocket pants. a very comfortable pair of jeans they are oh yes bob sirree, but their one and only flaw is that the pockets are weirdly half-finished so if you like to both sit down and be wearing pants, they're not ideal. stuff falls out of them. so i'll have no phone for a long while,Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1086646011992463912004-06-07T15:06:00.000-07:002004-06-07T15:06:51.993-07:00"nowadays you're woken up by a see-through man with his head under his arm calling you a fucking bastard"Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1086189959179981262004-06-02T08:06:00.000-07:002004-06-02T08:28:17.160-07:00uni is finally done with for the summer. i hope. handed in the final, very illegally late assignment this morning and it's a relief, but there's always that nagging thought at the back of the head that the tutor will phone and tell me i got it all wrong and laugh.
"illegally", what a quality word to look at.
last night i finished HST's the great shark hunt, it was very very good and the 600 pagesEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1086163707742483662004-06-02T01:07:00.000-07:002004-06-02T08:29:34.370-07:00java, programming, done with, today.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1085331441846129142004-05-23T09:51:00.000-07:002004-05-23T09:57:21.846-07:00last night a guy refused to leave the bar until i accepted his £3.47 tip. well sheeeesh, if i have to you big bearded stranger you. oddly he didn't insist he wasn't gay, which is the usual case when men pay you compliments, or buy non-alcoholic drinks. i wonder if they think gay people have to pay more.
i'm meant to be revising java but, have i mentioned how it's impossible? yes? it's impossible.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1084718244236940222004-05-16T07:24:00.000-07:002004-05-23T09:58:58.073-07:00books books books. like the song girls girls girls.
i'm reading hubert selby jr - waiting period, and it's quite quite spockticklier:
a man decides to shoot himself in the head, but there's a delay in getting his gun licence during which he realises he should kill other people instead. other people who deserve it, obviously, he's no madman. so the whole book is his internal monologue with the Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1084464659222319582004-05-13T09:07:00.000-07:002004-05-13T09:10:59.223-07:00the past 3 times i've walked a certain road i've been asked for "train fare" or "bus fare" by the same woman. each time she wears her hair differently and speaks differently. i think next time it happens i might suggest some techniques to improve her memory, because "no i haven't", "no, don't ask me again" and "i said this last time: don't ask me again" don't seem to be getting through to her.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1084025086295868632004-05-08T07:04:00.000-07:002004-05-08T07:09:08.606-07:00work had the busiest friday since records began last night. we're getting dancefloors full of broken glass now just like we've probably always wanted, because we're not the ones who have to clean it up. for some reason the friday crowd seem moodier than the saturday crowd.
and calling the people who show up on wednesdays a "crowd" is plain lying.
but the moody people seem to bring the most Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1083597158690889832004-05-03T08:12:00.000-07:002004-05-03T08:16:49.576-07:00traffic warden challenge:
drive into town.
find a road with pay and display parking. park at one end. make sure the traffic warden is at the other.
get out of the car without paying. run to the cash machine around the corner.
go to further away cash machine because the one you wanted isn't working.
get cash.
run back to car just as traffic warden realises what you've done.
drive away screaming Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1083080547352584142004-04-27T08:42:00.000-07:002004-04-27T09:01:13.403-07:00mmm this sounds pretentious and mopey now, just like a proper diary. i don't think i've drunk enough yazoo this week.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1083078551928751082004-04-27T08:09:00.000-07:002004-04-27T08:39:48.606-07:00there was a car crash, and lots of people stopped to stare at it and estimate the body count and tell each other how terrible car crashes are. the police sealed off a stretch of the road and left one officer there to answer questions while they phoned someone to deal with the wreckage of the nissan micra. which wasn't really much of a wreckage because it wasn't really in much of a car crash as Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1082643906964689342004-04-22T07:25:00.000-07:002004-04-22T07:29:07.983-07:00such a shame to wake up and find out ron atkinson is a daft old racist. as opposed to just a plain daft old twat. oh well.
last night at work, at about 12, there were a total of 23 people in the club. which was as full as it ever got. so i got to be the only guy on the upstairs bar, trying to arrange the snickerses in an interesting pattern while watching the 3 people who were dancing. holding a Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1082479212121617472004-04-20T09:40:00.000-07:002004-04-20T09:44:10.326-07:00alton towers is better than you remember it. i shat myself to ribbons.
we started first by going on oblivion, and as it was creaking up the steeper-than-it-looks first bit, i realised i wasn't at all prepared, mentally, for what was about to happen in the next 45 seconds. and as it got to the drop i realised it's also much bigger than it looks too, but the good thing is they don't give you any Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1081736251963323452004-04-11T19:17:00.000-07:002004-04-11T19:21:19.090-07:00MB: You're becoming an elder statesman of the counterculture. What's that like?
HST: I have no idea what it's like… Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Yo! Yo! Eeeek! Eeeek!
Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1081433871941582552004-04-08T07:17:00.000-07:002004-04-08T07:34:59.263-07:00DONOVAN. the wonder and the mystery, and is he dead, or ill? with a ray davies walking stick? we should track him down.
Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1080907824183676472004-04-02T04:10:00.000-08:002004-04-02T04:13:58.700-08:00i'm house hunting for me and 4 other people. two of them are called steve. hopefully they'll start referring to themselves as the steves, and use third-person talk like when you haven't done the washing up "the steves notice you haven't washed up" - "the steves disapprove of your belching habits" - "the steves are going to the shop now", ohhh the infinite hilarity. we have to be quick because allEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1080495100872813602004-03-28T09:31:00.000-08:002004-03-28T09:35:08.903-08:00i've knackered my voice and now i sound like a pubescent barry white or something. alternate growling and breathy yelping, all the fun of the fair. it's probably through shouting at the bastard customers "THAT'S TWO PINTS OF GROLSCH YEAH? YEAH??".
also, on friday some guy ordered 2 half-pints of coke and two glasses of water and i somehow interpreted that as a grolsch and a carling extra cold andEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1079884674994872762004-03-21T07:57:00.000-08:002004-03-21T08:01:13.250-08:00yup.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1079796720523293802004-03-20T07:32:00.000-08:002004-03-20T07:35:17.780-08:00Leffe blond, with its buy-4-and-get-the-glass-free policy, has led me to be drunk at work, and will do so more times in the future, i can tell.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1079286611444855122004-03-14T09:50:00.000-08:002004-03-14T09:54:23.686-08:00i served a guy at work who said, when i gave him his change, "thanks, you fucking mentalist". he was doing one of those "look at me, insulting you!" faces. i tried to get him to be more specific.
"mentalist in what way?"
- "...in every way!"
"even in a kinky way?"
-"...yes. you love it. i can tell. every time i come here you're *doing something*"
"well i can't stand here doing fuck all mate..iEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1078909409622342772004-03-10T01:03:00.000-08:002004-03-10T01:06:33.733-08:00Java - Arrays and strings. ... The implication of the exclusion of long
*
is that Java arrays cannot have more than 2147483647 elements. ...
*
The array tots is now an array of strings that is initialised explicitly by the code.
*
String s1 = "123", s2 = s1, s3 = new String(s1);
System.out.println(s1 == s2); // prints true
*
JNIEXPORT jint JNICALL
Java_IntArray_sumArray(JNIEnv *env, jobject Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1078159475085010662004-03-01T08:44:00.000-08:002004-03-01T08:47:27.140-08:00the weekend involved several bottles of red-wine, work on friday and saturday and watching the scummy youth fight outside the funfair, "Funderworld" or is it "Funderland". either way it's a medium-sized funfair and it's here for a while. it must sound quite demented if you're a blind guy walking past it, all that Thumping Music underneath the screaming from the rides. what the frig would you Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1076863086032290472004-02-15T08:38:00.000-08:002004-02-15T08:40:38.500-08:00i thought i might post a picture of bailey cause it looks like i'm gonna miss him, working saturday nights now, but instead i found a sturdy mule. look at the ski jump on that beauty.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1076673732286066222004-02-13T04:02:00.000-08:002004-02-13T04:29:35.340-08:00chuff
a few minutes ago, walking along the canal, i took a picture of the swans who gather under the bridge so they can bully everyone who walks past. everytime you pass they hiss and flap their wings and it's only a matter of time before they push someone in and leave them to drown while they laugh. i was worried that the flash from the camera would cause this to happen, so i made sure not to Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1076413613516490902004-02-10T03:46:00.000-08:002004-02-10T03:49:18.950-08:00someone has come in the night with a big syringe and extracted the music from our supposed music technology course, making it a limp wreck full of badly-taught programming bollocks and badly-delivered electronics modules featuring two different lecturers who contradict each other and routinely say "there was going to be a hand-out this week but there isn't", as if we can say "well i was going to Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1075737200526990302004-02-02T07:53:00.000-08:002004-02-02T07:55:36.110-08:00java programming, java programming, java programming, electronics, electronics, electronics. this wasn't what i signed up for, this wasn't what i signed up for, this wasn't what i signed up for. should've read the module guides more thoroughly, etc.
last night i realised i was watching the superbowl. all the other games must be the less-than-superbowls. who understands this shit except for john Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1074703934984522102004-01-21T08:52:00.000-08:002004-01-21T08:54:13.950-08:00made a slight miscombobulation and i'm actually going home this time next week, har-har-har!Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1074526160441400632004-01-19T07:29:00.000-08:002004-01-19T07:31:17.043-08:00saw the last hour of the hudsucker proxy last night and it was damn good. if only i'd caught the beginning. what d'you think steve buscemi's doing right now? probably stroking his crazy face and planning his next cameo appearance.
tomorrow i go back to mangchester for a hospital appointment on wednesday. hopefully the last in this thrilling series where all that happens is i walk in a room, the Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1074184074612700902004-01-15T08:27:00.000-08:002004-01-15T08:29:46.030-08:00then we stumbled in and someone collapsed the shelf that holds all the letters, envelopes went everywhere and it was then we discovered a £103.63 bill dated 22nd December, we looked at it for a while and eventually decided: "Huh!", and went back to mario kart.
instead of paying the bill i went to 5HQ to listen to all the records with nothing written on them, bought an old source direct one with Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1074030042951195622004-01-13T13:40:00.000-08:002004-01-13T13:42:31.843-08:00most of the household went out and got drunk, a bit lost, then very very wet, with doner meat and chips.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1073841068480704732004-01-11T09:11:00.000-08:002004-01-11T09:12:54.920-08:00in the future, giant catfish will be our predators, and we'll have to learn how to kill them with specially-adapted explosive fish fingers. the reason i'm telling you this is because there's a test a-happenin' tomorrow which i'll be attending under the influence of short term memory loss and lack of adequate preparation. and i care a lot more about catfish than i do about pretending to be a radioEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1073645269287840212004-01-09T02:47:00.000-08:002004-01-09T02:49:32.420-08:00icarus line supporting primal scream. can't afford to go, short of renting out my forhead for advertising space. imagine them at the apollo. imagine! soil yourself!Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-107358050816305142004-01-08T08:48:00.000-08:002004-01-08T08:50:10.606-08:00bed-ridden since monday. sweating, moaning, pissing, hurting, feeling sick when upright but never actually being sick, hallucinating, dramatic loss of head, trying to switch off the telly with the hi-fi remote for about 3 minutes, looking at the alarm clock, hearing the alarm but not making the connection that the thing that sounds a lot like an alarm clock might actually be the very alarm clock Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1073156719060922362004-01-03T11:05:00.000-08:002004-01-03T11:06:55.090-08:00"well what happened was, i was feeding this hungry, 12-foot long crocodile with one hand, and holding our one month old son in the other, then i slipped on a bit of mud and WHOOSH! i'd put me hand out to steady meself and when i looked up i realised i'd accidentally thrown our only son into the jaws of the crocodile. butterfingers! so anyway, we can always have another. he was only a month old, Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1072478182301831272003-12-26T14:36:00.000-08:002003-12-26T14:37:47.700-08:00well i've seen and heard my grandmother's louis armstrong impression now and i have to say it's pretty much spot-on.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1071494353166447402003-12-15T05:19:00.000-08:002003-12-15T05:23:25.186-08:00i had to interview the arts director of the artsy art-house cinema/cafe/bar/comedy/folk stage, with a big DAT recorder. our shambolic university wouldn't sell me a DAT tape so i hustled across town to the academy of sound. the guy upstairs there raised his eyebrows in a way that suggested the DATs were kept at the back of a high shelf. he found one and showed it to the computer, which didn't Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1071251702279247322003-12-12T09:55:00.000-08:002003-12-12T09:56:08.590-08:00dangerous amounts of fun are being had round here, because fun is funner than work. last night, andy and myself went to the Formation christmas funquake, and it was easily the best Formation bash ever. plenty DJ's and ice cold whiskey and coke on demand. APB played a load of slightly older tunes you didn't realise were still good and some cheeky bootlegs, one of which was Crazy In Love over Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1071072574845387542003-12-10T08:09:00.000-08:002003-12-10T08:10:39.090-08:00dreamt i saw the MC5 haha, you lose.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1070888733130576602003-12-08T05:05:00.000-08:002003-12-08T05:06:34.590-08:00welp, my old friend james puts on quite spectacular parties. i arrived at 5, met 22 people all at once, donated a bottle of jack daniel's old number seven brand sour mash tennessee whiskey and waited for the food. the food, the unbelievable piles of food. two giant turkeys, an additional pile of anonymous turkey, two varieities of stuffing, mashed potato, baked potato, differently baked potato, Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1070361104467438182003-12-02T02:31:00.000-08:002003-12-02T02:33:31.936-08:00mark lanegan in london was spectacular. WAY SPECTACULAR, to use a teenage colloquialism.....it was so good that earlier on i spilt whiskey on my coat and so for a good portion of the day and the entire train journey back i was smelling like a salty old tramp and telling myself "at least it's not Gin". you can get gin and tonic in cans now, so you can drink it on the move, until you can no longer Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1069950504370755592003-11-27T08:28:00.000-08:002003-11-27T08:29:11.280-08:00this computer lab has spontaneously turned into a youth club. people are squealing, giggling, taking photos. probably thinking about starting a tuck shop too. the guy next to me thinks he's "doing" a mancunian accent but is in fact making a horrifying mess of scouse and yorkshire. i'd intervene if it wasn't so amusing. and his facial hair wasn't so worryingly precise. how much time do these Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1069669338968861762003-11-24T02:22:00.000-08:002003-11-24T02:23:00.610-08:00the news in this country is that we are good at rugby and our prime minister has 17 seconds of dialogue in an episode of the simpsons that we won't see until january.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1068744299490294712003-11-13T09:24:00.000-08:002003-11-13T09:25:27.090-08:00going to london on the 28th for a night of mark lanegan and whiskey, probably other things too but they're the main ones.
going back home on..tomorrow or saturday for brother's birthday bigup bamboozler, hopefully whiskey will be involved here too along with eating and dancing, maybe with a bit of practice all three can be done at once.
right now, i've just come out of a tutorial with crazy-eyed Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1068460187916159722003-11-10T02:29:00.000-08:002003-11-10T02:34:14.013-08:00The Big Event was indeed shut down because the police are a bunch of poo-smelling dog-eating racists who spend their days thinking of new methods to ruin fun for hundreds of people at once while probably trying to make it legal to shoot tear gas at anyone found dancing or even thinking about dancing, at all. and if there's more than 6 of them doing it then they all get hung, drawn and buggered Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1068291360934402272003-11-08T03:36:00.000-08:002003-11-08T03:48:19.983-08:00my room looks like a gentleman of the road broke in, ordered pizza and let off some kind of underwear-bomb.
tonight there was to be a big bash at The Venue, featuring andy c, grooverider, killa kela, bryan gee and some others.....including the gift of the old skool room. but the police (the FEDS! the BUREAU! the wwwwwwwwwONE TIME!) have made them change the venue, due to someone being shot in theEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1068142431784321672003-11-06T10:13:00.000-08:002003-11-06T10:17:11.763-08:00there's t-shirts for sale on the eagles of death metal site. SEXY t-shirts. seemingly affordable t-shirts. i made up a chant, it goes EE! GULLS! O-D-M! EE! GULLS! O-D-M! and i think it could catch on.
last night i tuned in for the terrible cack-box of a film that was "nightwatch", featuring you-wouldn't macgregor, particia arquette and nick nolte, who played the corpse-bothering semen-robbing Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1067430107218473212003-10-29T04:21:00.000-08:002003-10-29T04:21:54.950-08:00the radio production assignment we all thought was in for about 6 weeks time is actually, it turns out, in for 6 days time. HOORAY! it's like christmas and buddha and the chuckle brothers and van halen all rolled into one big package of fun. no-one can be arsed with this particular radio production module because it involves twatting about pretending to be a fucking radio presenter and listening Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1066485257219154442003-10-18T06:54:00.000-07:002003-10-18T06:54:16.643-07:00home for the weekend. there's a new pub in town. that makes nine billion pubs in an area the size of a large and irregular postage stamp.
i bought and read "ham on rye" by charles bukowski. i keep calling him chuck bukowski and then correcting myself, and then having to add that "his mates probably called him chuck". today i shall go for a wander.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1066056778254529522003-10-13T07:52:00.000-07:002003-10-13T07:52:57.690-07:00opposite me, in the library computer bit, is the reclusive guy who lived in the room opposite me in halls last year. he ignored us all then and he's ignoring me now. it's baffling. no amount of raised eyebrows on my part can get him to respond, despite the fact that i'm the only thing he can see besides computer screens. if i had a telescopic neck, i could bite his nose. he has a face you could Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1065114847598090612003-10-02T10:14:00.000-07:002003-10-02T10:15:47.776-07:00october schmoctober. today i bought a walkman cause i feared my hearing might improve if i spent any longer without hearing constant filthy beats at high volume. it's in my bag next to a chocolate muffin, which i plan to eat after tonight's mexican takeaway bonanzaganza (thursday night is, i've decided, "slightly mexican night". chicken chilli wraps and nachos are consumed, corona is drunk but Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1064503128636948402003-09-25T08:18:00.000-07:002003-09-25T08:18:48.636-07:00leicester! university! i remember!
we have a new union. the old one was a big ugly shed made by syphilitic architechts who just didn't care anymore. this time they've gone too far in trying to balance out the decrepit piss-hole atmosphere of the old one by making the new one a cross between airport bar and service station shop. and shopping centre food court, complete with harry ramsden's gourmetEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1063932512029302992003-09-18T17:48:00.000-07:002003-09-18T17:48:31.586-07:00menEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1063416542283284252003-09-12T18:29:00.000-07:002003-09-12T18:29:02.230-07:00at about half 4 i thought it might be a cracking idea to go and see spiritualized in sheffield and as it turned out, i was bang on the money. there were 8 of them, i think, and they were deceptively loud. right after come together a girl collapsed in front of me, presumably suffering from Czech Neck, and we all had to actually shout "IS THERE A DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE??? HEEEEELLLP!", one turned up Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1063370208453624682003-09-12T05:36:00.000-07:002003-09-12T05:36:48.373-07:00last night i took the dust jacket off the kurt cobain journals and found the surprise beneath. only took me 9 months! i wondered why the front and back covers were different colours but never actually slid the whole thing out. it does make the whole thing even weirder too.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1063217113351332502003-09-10T11:05:00.000-07:002003-09-10T11:05:13.443-07:00in india they found a bloke who resembled lord lucan, and decided that it was lord lucan without actually checking to see if his "assumed name" was maybe in fact just a real name, and he was born in the late thirties in manchester, and was actually a traveling busker/alcoholic hippie/genius. clearly this was a foolish manouvre, but i belived them because i like to believe in That Sort Of Thing, Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1062597713778782052003-09-03T07:01:00.000-07:002003-09-03T07:01:53.773-07:00yesterday i bought a compilation compiled by mr.scruff called heavyweight rib-ticklers, and it's very heavyweight and very rib-tickling in a lovely mountains-of-bass way. it's on repeat.
at work i've been shredding endless amounts of paper and creating a fantastic mess in the little shredding/photocopying hole they send me to every morning. recently a lot of people have been using the photocopierEdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1062076520144273522003-08-28T06:15:00.000-07:002003-08-28T06:15:20.156-07:00i went to Nice, ate a very large amount of Nicoise salads, met a dog called "opium", frolicked in monte carlo on a flimsy-like-a-hairdryer scooter. ate more. dissected the genius of el-p with my brother in a park, with beer, at 1 a.m when it was too hot to sleep. manchester was written all over our faces because people kept telling us where we were from when we'd barely even spoke to them (or in Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1061250103400260672003-08-18T16:41:00.000-07:002003-08-18T16:41:43.300-07:00jason vs. freddy was watched, and i thoroughly recommend it unless you are one of those "film people" who like things such as subtlety, tact, grace, virtuoso camera shots and unpredictability. i like those things too but also i like AAARRRGH! ROOOOAAAAR! *SMASH* AIIIEEEEE! *STAB* *THRUST* *CRUEL MOCKERY OF VICTIM* NOOOOOOO!! *CATCHPHRASE* *RIDICULOUS DEATH* *SMALL AMOUNT OF GRATUITOUS NUDITY* Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1060954875676547702003-08-15T06:41:00.000-07:002003-08-15T06:45:38.500-07:00as soon as i got in from work, the doorbell rang. it was the lady from the house across the road, she wanted me to look after her keys while she goes away for the weekend. we've never met. i immediately thought how tremendous it would be to steal all the drink from the house, then i thought "ah, they must have an alarm".
then she said "the alarm isn't working at the moment". then i laughed and Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1060732849966348402003-08-12T17:00:00.000-07:002003-08-12T17:00:49.950-07:00LETS ALL TALK ABOUT BOOKS, LOOK AT ME I READ I DO, ME, YEAH THAT'S RIGHT. today i finished The Air-Conditioned Nightmare, which is about henry miller and his friend driving round america and saying, essentially, "look at that, that's shit that is, i wish i was back in paris", for hundreds of pages. it's good but not his best (that i've read so far). worth it for the way he compares his car to a Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042701.post-1059789743567688782003-08-01T19:02:00.000-07:002003-08-01T19:02:23.436-07:00i fixed my blog, in a way. the archives should work now but all the redness seems to have leaked out of the background which was a nice surprise.
i found a quote from good old henry hanky miller: "No man would set a word down on paper if he had the courage to live out what he believed in.". a good one to use at job interviews when they ask if you have any questions yourself, and you say "no not Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547364522547990201noreply@blogger.com