Off And On

It's been a little while. I'm off for a week's mid-semester break this week and shall write some proper wordings here. Just quickly (and boringly) I did a little theatre piece last weekend, just for school. I watched "Zardoz" starring Sean Connery in his infamous orange nappy, and some other films, like "Cherry 2000" (another sci-fi thing) and goodness knows what others. Done some creative writing. Got a soothing massage yesterday. What else can I bore you with?

Hmmm....

What about if I just say, every woman wants to fuck me and I am the greatest person ever, ooh, boy, am I worthwhile, yessir, the best of 'em all?

Well, it would be insane, wouldn't it? So, I'll be off for now. Ta-ta, chappies!

The Point, While Certainly Not Everything, Is Definitely Something

She'll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes, yee-hahhhh! And when she does she'll return to my boudoir for a fresh romp! I'm speaking metaphysically, of course.

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Anyway, the point to begin with was, here's a new blog post for youse all to peruse and abuse. (Go on, it likes it.)

What's happenin'? Well, I'm eating an avocado, mozzarella and coriander sandwich as I type this sentence about my eating an avocado, mozzarella and coriander sandwich as I type this sentence about that.

What else, seriously? I have been doing a bit of writing. And tonight, enjoying the regular Saturday night 'British comedy classics' batch on Channel 7 - "George And Mildred", "Doctor In The House", "On The Buses" and "The Benny Hill Show" - I got some fine inspiration for what will probably be my next major project. More on that as it develops. Which shall be when? Actually, as soon as my bedraggled carcass is able; I am very keen to get this project up and going.

We sent off our application form to foster a greyhound yesterday. Actually, it's very rare that they will allow anyone to foster a dog on the day before you actually ask them to, for it is impossible in this particular realm, at this particular time. Please call back last Tuesday.

Also, I have been going to uni., doing poos (sometimes even while at uni.), feeding the cats, book shopping/browsing, noticing firm breasts about the Earth which look ripe and succulent, so hand over that fig-apple, Eve!

I have also done things a mature man of my age normally does but I am too embarrassed to here expose the shameful boredom of such necessities as paying bills and acting well-mannered in what's known as an human society.

Words From A Great Writer*

Listen:

This is the opening to a book by a true genius called Kurt Vonnegut, entitled ‘Cat’s Cradle’ (I bought this book yesterday for $2.00 in a Salvation Army opportunity shop):

‘Call me Jonah. My parents did, or nearly did. They called me John.

Jonah – John – if I had been a Sam, I would have been a Jonah still – not because I have been unlucky for others, but because somebody or something has compelled me to be certain places at certain times, without fail. Conveyances and motives, both conventional and bizarre, have been provided. And, according to plan, at each appointed second, at each appointed place this Jonah was there.

Listen:

When I was a younger man – two wives ago, 250,000 cigarettes ago, 3,000 quarts of booze ago …

When I was a much younger man, I began to collect material for a book to be called ‘The Day the World Ended’.

The book was to be factual.

The book was to be an account of what important Americans had done on the day when the first atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima, Japan.’

Can’t wait to read this book!!!

(*And Also From Kurt Vonnegut. Ahem.)