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Operation Cheesecake? Success
However, there is a shorter-than-expected diary here because I am f**king p***ed … my fault? I don’t know. I blame Firefox, I blame MySpace … I blame somebody else …
It’s a cheesecake Monday!
I read the newest (19) issue of X-Factor, volume 3, and it’s definitely going a cliff-hangery sort of way with Rictor and the others. There was some great M dialog (isn’t there always?), but unlike most other recent issues this … Continue reading
movies and two buck chuck?
I have enough empty wine bottles on my desk to make me look like a lush or a starving artist — or, wait, what’s the contradiction there?
and the semester finally ends?
I went in this afternoon to grade and to email, and to acquire the most recent episodes of Bleach … even though I’m still back in the mid-60s (and 126 is the newest subbed one out there).
Thursday — seems like Friday?
Jyoti called this evening, so that took an hour of my time. I need to plan for going to New York. While there there is so much to do and things to see. Empire State Building, Statue of Liberty, Coney … Continue reading
A master of nighttime posts …
That’s me. Mr. Post At Night.
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Tagged books, bus, coffee, Death in Venice, dissertation, grammar, movies, music
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Rain and impromptu pudding
Rain rain go away, come again another day … When I walked out the door this morning and ran to the bus it was still dry and not particularly humid. I took the 3 to Gorham and State, got off, … Continue reading
Sulu returns and Zombie Linderman?
Malcolm McDowell loses his head this time around, so to speak.
Happy Mother’s Day … er, yeah.
In the 40s when I got up this morning — hello people in control of the weather! It’s May. No more of this cold mornings stuff unless I’m in the mountains — then I expect it to be chilly. Up … Continue reading
De Profundis and comics.
There are several translations of Georg Trakl’s “De Profundis” out there. And here’s another. The poem is a bit melancholy and creepy, perhaps due to the murder that is indicated by the third stanza, at which point there is a … Continue reading