I just discovered that someone whom I've never met (but whom I deeply admire) "blogged" about something I wrote--and on the same day someone else whom I've never met informed she would like to reference said writing in her forthcoming (academic press) book. My first citations in the same week, blogosphere and ivory tower alike. I've been cited.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH.
why do people want to see your exam results 10 years after? i don't fucking know where they are! isn't that what databases are for? no. instead if i really want to learn, which i do, i have to pay a fuckload of money for EACH certificate and even then, they probably won't get here in time and i'll be so annoyed with the whole set up that i'm gonna FUCK learnin. those cunts.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH.
why do people want to see your exam results 10 years after? i don't fucking know where they are! isn't that what databases are for? no. instead if i really want to learn, which i do, i have to pay a fuckload of money for EACH certificate and even then, they probably won't get here in time and i'll be so annoyed with the whole set up that i'm gonna FUCK learnin. those cunts.

A fella named Richard walks into my office this morning. He buys old office equipment. he hands me a flier and says he's "outstanding in his field". On the flier is a full-color picture of him... out, standing in a field. He hands me his card, which is a baseball card. His phone number is "Richard". For fuck's sake, his name and phone number are both "Richard"!

Sufficed to say, that broke up the monotony of the morning.

Last night on my way home, I walked past a rook that was eating a pigeon, from the head down. As I walked to work this morning it was still there, still eating the pigeon. I feel I ought to film it in black and white, and narrate it in French.

how far down the pigeon was it though?

Down to the neck, picking at the breast*.








*reminds me of being a teenager.

daniel robert chapman wrote:*reminds me of being a teenager.

Uggggggggh.

Narnia and I watched Bend It Like Beckham. She relished making me explain why it was ok that the main character lied to her parents.

Beckham and I watched Narnia...

not really. Anyway, we spent $100 on groceries, got a FREE 5-Lb box of Matzos. 5 Lbs! And we've ben eating a LOT of them.

Now my poo smells like Saltine crackers.