Super Monday
Posted by: anothershore on: Monday, February 4, 2008
Isn’t it super to be getting rid of things? And it’s a Monday. Since I took delivery of the new, more powerful (oh yes, you really get what you pay for when it comes to these beauties) shredder, I’ve been annihilating all traces of my identity, to prevent it from being stolen. On second thoughts though, I am tempted to take it and leave it by the side of the road (my personality, not the shredder), to see if anyone will remove it for free. It would give me a chance to slip away unnoticed, to disappear into thin air and enjoy a purely virtual reality here in this blog. And no-one would berate me when deadlines get missed. Not that any will be. What deadlines?
On third thoughts, maybe this wouldn’t be such a good idea; when I tried it with my rusty old bike, no one touched it after four hours of being left on a pavement in London and I had to cycle away on it again.
Eventual disposal took much more effort because of all the recycling rules, but I comfort myself by thinking that some of the parts have ended up in other, better places. It’s all part of the cycle of life. Oh, Goodness. I really am going mad now.
More later.
p.s. Grammar OK this time? Please send news of glaring syntactic or semiotic errors to Nikon, who is presently roving the Schönhauser looking for a missing Eastern European photographer.
5 Responses to "Super Monday"
Tuesday, February 5, 2008 at 14:35
I was completely exonerated by the enquiry, thank god. And it’s getting pretty exciting in America, apparently. Tobi’s gone to California to be an Azubi at the election, though when he called yesterday he’d got waylaid just north of San Fran. I can imagine.
Back Spreeside soon, no worries!!
Tuesday, February 5, 2008 at 15:59
I agree with you,
Khun Paddy. Jung was right. In
a very real sense.
Thursday, February 7, 2008 at 14:53
here in yankland
we vote to the sound
of tambourines and lutes
Barack’s grand
and also really – unlike Hillary
who looks a bit like a canary-
rather cute.
That’s about the sophisticated heights of election rhetoric out here, Nikon. Did you realise that we worship an awesome God in the blue states, btw? Oh, and I saw Jules going down on Dick Cheney in Alabama the other day. Dick was lovin’ it! Cazzo thinking of doing a movie at Ground Zero next time, apparently. Something about Richard Perle in a wet suit forcefeeding Dubya a latex banana. Wunders never cease…
Will be in town for a conference on “Evangelizing Sodom” from about the 7th March. Will your “friend” have finished his dirty book by then? I’ll pack a few thousand firelighters and a pitchfork. Cheers to all those pervo, godless freaks in Babylon meantime, m’dear.
Happy Lent! And God Bless y’all,
Uncle xxx
Friday, February 8, 2008 at 15:04
I’m not following the post-sausage discussion in this blog. I think you have to be part of the ‘loop’ to understand all the jargon and clever uses of words.
Are you planning any trips in the spring or summer? I would love to visit Berlin again.
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Tuesday, February 5, 2008 at 9:46
syntactic? Do you perhaps mean syntagmic? Or syntactical? But who are we to quibble, my dear? After all, in the sheer, chaotic MADNESS of a post-Saussurean world like, so totally, and in an oh-so-very real sense, deluged by signs unanachored to meaning, I’m not entirely sure one’s semiotics can ever be entirely errorful…
Chin chin, darling.
Beardless Wonder xx