Monday, April 18, 2005

vanitas

It strikes me as ironic that academic publishing and "vanity" publishing have seemingly so much in common. The clear implication is, anything that is non-commercial is a thereby a vanity project, and THAT, my friends, is funny. This ruthless hunt for the dollar has been transformed, in publishing, into the puritanical, while the single-minded pursuit of the idea is a self-indulgent flim-flam of a conceit. Now I begin to see the roots of our collective problems even more clearly.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

Smoke signals

Is there really a large segment of the population that takes a group of "celebate" old men who communicate with smoke signals so damn seriously? At what point does the church get called to task for the souls its (intentionally) lost versus those it has saved? Sometimes I feel as if this entire insane planet is walking around inside a bad novel, it is all just so insane.

Friday, April 15, 2005

urgh.

Today was really not necessary and the sooner it is over the better for all in my solar system. The only positive thing about this day is I managed to change the sheets on the bed. So at least when I get in bed early to deny the rest of this rotton day its "power" over my fucking MOOD, it will be a nice fresh bed. So there. Thanks a bunch for not funding me, nameless arts institution. All those memoirs by drug addicts raised by transgendered circus freaks are, I am sure, more worthy. And, finally, fist thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. FIGURATIVELY. so don't sue me.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Weather advisory

Feel like a complete fucktard today. Did next to no work. Why can't I get my act together. Argh. Nausea welling up inside my unworthy body. Sometimes I want a punch the clock job, just to feel like I earn my keep on Planet Earth a little bit. Just because it is spring doesn't mean there is a license to fuck off.

Monday, April 11, 2005

Pope you

I really can't believe in this day and age that the world comes to a screeching halt for a horrible old man with seemingly much more hate than love crammed into his stone-cold antediluvian heart. Flame me, sue me, whatever. If the Catholic Church really put its money where its mouth was, all the Papal pennies squandered on the Largest Funeral Ever would have been distributed to the world's poor. The same goes for all those so-called faithful who spent longer in line to see the old coot's corpse than your average Star Wars fanatic wait in line for the next installment of the Clone Wars. Do the math. What would Jesus do? We won't even blaspheme about Bernard Cardinal Law and his spiritual connections to Michael Jackson. At least not today. What a bunch of hypocrites.
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