Sunday, August 21, 2005
I wonder how many more times I'm gonna come here
My 100th post to this blog. Are you going to be treated to an in-depth consideration of what I've learned over these last few months, from the most profound and gloriously contradictory and entirely inconclusive personal insights to the little trinkets of knowledge in HTML and digital photography? A little apropos-of-naff-all rhapsodise about Pulp's 'My Legendary Girlfriend' (quite the rudest record ever recorded, makes 'Je T'aime (Moi Non Plus)' sound like 'All Things Bright And Beautiful')?
(For some reason known only to God and Sean Bean, the Sheffield accent - specifically - is capable of making anything sound filthy. It's all in the delivery, I suppose. Unbearable tension strung over 6 1/2 mins in patented Cocker dirty-phone-call whisper. 'And as I stand there I wonder how many more times I'm gonna come here. I wonder how many more times I'm gonna lie here. But most of all...most of all I wonder. I wonder what it means. DUNDUNDUN, DUNDUN. I just wanna know what it means.' Etc.)
Or something about the giant moth-shadow that keeps passing over me like doom, or the stuff I forgot to mention about L planning to take her kids and cat and dog to live in a yurt in a field with a lot of other yurts? The general unbearable Beeness of being?
No. You shall have a picture of a pigeon, and like it.
(For some reason known only to God and Sean Bean, the Sheffield accent - specifically - is capable of making anything sound filthy. It's all in the delivery, I suppose. Unbearable tension strung over 6 1/2 mins in patented Cocker dirty-phone-call whisper. 'And as I stand there I wonder how many more times I'm gonna come here. I wonder how many more times I'm gonna lie here. But most of all...most of all I wonder. I wonder what it means. DUNDUNDUN, DUNDUN. I just wanna know what it means.' Etc.)
Or something about the giant moth-shadow that keeps passing over me like doom, or the stuff I forgot to mention about L planning to take her kids and cat and dog to live in a yurt in a field with a lot of other yurts? The general unbearable Beeness of being?
No. You shall have a picture of a pigeon, and like it.
