I am going to see the Cure as a depressant aid for A. Not that I don't live in some sort of mildly amused awe over Robert Smith (I can even concede at least a semi-divinity for him), but I don't feel the spittle-inducing delight over his presence that characterises, say, J2. But A says he wants me there, because the Cure depress him and he wants someone to hug when he feels that way. All things considered, I guess I would prefer it to be me and not J2. Not that there's anything wrong with that... (Bizarre, isn't it? I never even watched Seinfeld and I can still quote it. Why is this sitcom entered into the cultural communal consciousness?)
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)
guts and garters
It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.
Wednesday, October 04, 2000
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