Saturday, May 08, 2004
Serpentine Ponytails
Arts General Faculties Councilor and noted blogstalker Heather Wallace apparently misread my earlier instructions to ask me three questions (incidentally, I'm still awaiting questions from a goodly number of you) and has instead sent me fifty-five (noting, correctly I'm afraid, that "[I] have nothing better to do"). As usual, read all about it in Responses to Steve's Fan Mail.
Speaking of fan mail, Vanessa Thomas sent me an article from The Onion which apparently reminded her of me, entitled "Masturbatory Prose Style Fails To Reach Climax." While I wasn't initially sure how to take this, I believe it was Ms. Thomas herself who taught me that life's a lot more pleasant if you take everything as a compliment, so I'm going to consider her association between the article and me as such.
Speaking of nothing (I'm a veritable segue-o-tron tonight), I gave blood today for the first time in months (and ran into Chris Samuel who was giving blood at exactly the same time, also for the first time in months, thereby further proving that we're the same hack), and, upon seeing the luxurious seating arrangements and delectable post-donation food available at Canadian Blood Service's Edmonton headquarters, have resolved to never again donate at one of those shitty travelling clinics with their uncomfortable cots and stale cookies.
Finally, a discussion question:
The world: doomed, or what?
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Arts General Faculties Councilor and noted blogstalker Heather Wallace apparently misread my earlier instructions to ask me three questions (incidentally, I'm still awaiting questions from a goodly number of you) and has instead sent me fifty-five (noting, correctly I'm afraid, that "[I] have nothing better to do"). As usual, read all about it in Responses to Steve's Fan Mail.
Speaking of fan mail, Vanessa Thomas sent me an article from The Onion which apparently reminded her of me, entitled "Masturbatory Prose Style Fails To Reach Climax." While I wasn't initially sure how to take this, I believe it was Ms. Thomas herself who taught me that life's a lot more pleasant if you take everything as a compliment, so I'm going to consider her association between the article and me as such.
Speaking of nothing (I'm a veritable segue-o-tron tonight), I gave blood today for the first time in months (and ran into Chris Samuel who was giving blood at exactly the same time, also for the first time in months, thereby further proving that we're the same hack), and, upon seeing the luxurious seating arrangements and delectable post-donation food available at Canadian Blood Service's Edmonton headquarters, have resolved to never again donate at one of those shitty travelling clinics with their uncomfortable cots and stale cookies.
Finally, a discussion question:
The world: doomed, or what?
