twinkletoes
I've been footnote-ing like there's no tomorrow and today needs proper referencing1. Actually the sort of footnotes I would do if there were no tomorrow? i'd probably decide that it was a waste of time. go to the beach, maybe curl up in a ball and close my eyes, go to the offy, perhaps.
there was a tomorrow and it involved the handing in of the final essay [woo]. that's why there have been no words here, they were all drafted to essential duties in the service of art history; unfortunately, like most conscripts, they were a scruffy undisciplined bunch and were just as incoherent as they are in the blog.
Now that that's over I've got to get back to a bit of worshipping Mammon, flagrantly prostituting my talent; it thinks it can just lie around all day watching judge judy and being all conceptual? I think not - get out there and debase yourself, y' lazy good fer nuthin dawg.
1Just like this, Little Nemo, Twinkletoes, Melbourne, 2005, p1
there was a tomorrow and it involved the handing in of the final essay [woo]. that's why there have been no words here, they were all drafted to essential duties in the service of art history; unfortunately, like most conscripts, they were a scruffy undisciplined bunch and were just as incoherent as they are in the blog.
Now that that's over I've got to get back to a bit of worshipping Mammon, flagrantly prostituting my talent; it thinks it can just lie around all day watching judge judy and being all conceptual? I think not - get out there and debase yourself, y' lazy good fer nuthin dawg.
1Just like this, Little Nemo, Twinkletoes, Melbourne, 2005, p1
posted by Simon. at
10:14 PM
4 Comments:
hey you...
my phone is fucked, you of all people should know that.
glad to see you referencing properly. glad to hear it's all over. when can we go to the hills. the pub tomorow, sure, a party saturday sure.... but the hills, the hills...
oh yeah, i guess some people have work to do, or boats to row or talent to burn or something...
but where does all this refrencing end, things infinitely pointing to other things makes me dizzy. i am going to kew gardens to check out an illuminated glass exhibition with corinna and drink hot totties.
Remember the book on the potato? Just a tiny little book and not a lot of references, but so infinitely diverse in connection it would link to everything in the written universe - a kind of forerunner to Google.
Hooray Hooray we are all very happy, nay delighted and over the moon Little Nemo has finished it can be done amazing fantastic wunnerfull when will we see you to give you a huge embarasssing hug and a kiss even?
well done simo, proving once again you can draw blood out of a stone.
Missed that bloody exhibition, just in time to see the 'closing of the gates ceremony' (guy puts padlock on chain)
Dell stop swearing.
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