Or… When Funny and Serious Start Leg Wrestling on the Puce Shag Rug
The sucky thing about being human is that even when you are HILARIOUS you aren’t hilarious all the time.
Like right now, I am a friggin’ laugh riot, but can you tell? No.
Why?
Because I am suffering from the appalling and much-talked-about (but little-researched) disease called [...]
Thursday, August 30, 2007
I was thinking about why I should work.
Or why, anyone should work.
Why they would want to.
I was thinking about what sort of things drives a person to work. You know. Other than hunger and bills.
As wealthy and free as we are, why do we work?
Offhand, I can think of these sorts of reasons:
1. Keep boredom at [...]
Now that I live with a mini forest in my backyard, I am seeing an odd sort of wildlife bewilderment reveal itself that I always felt nearby.
In London, it was the foxes. Whilst the debate raged in the countryside and in Parliament about the cruelty of hunting foxes with dogs, the foxes themselves (clever as [...]
or, How I Go On Loving London
After you leave, you can’t go back.
It’s good that London is old. It holds memory well. It bears up its edges, the mortar and the crust to take the dusty grime of memory and let it cling.
After something is smashed, it’s broken. There is glue, or there’s something bought [...]
I am not nice. It’s true. I quite often say not nice things (albeit TRUE things) for the sake of a laugh.
Why?
Because people are a pain. Not individually, naturally. One-on-one, I quite like everyone. It’s just all these heaving crowds of generalizations I can’t stand! Get them out of here!
EAST COAST GIRLS ARE HIP? YEAH, [...]
