Shed some tears when Rico Yan died because I’m jologs like that. Staying up until 3am was an entirely different story. MJ oh MJ.
___
Felt clubbed in the head the morning of MJ’s memorial service. First, because it was a late-night coverage. Second, there’s that hegemonic force called pop – again and again and again.
___
We won’t go down without a fight. Our sense-making tells us that.
___
Dry humping is the greatest invention in the history of mankind. Next to tissue paper, I mean.
___
Martin Amis isn’t as bad as the online forums project him to be. In the introductory piece in my current bus read Einstein’s Monsters, he talks about nuclear weapons and the “resilient theme of infantilism” throughout the history of its management. Lovesit.
___
Biggest WTF of the week: “war of the turds,” to quote Grace. Now in the spirit of self-preservation I’m not going to expound on this. Starvation is least likely to be attractive.
___
Still, I think the emails I wrote could have been more subdued. Not for myself, but for others; seems like I seasoned their dinner with poison.
___
This Tweet-pisode is a fabulous way to obscure one’s lack of a life. Thank yow! (Exits)
