Aren’t blogs more fun when they have cryptic-crossword clues for post titles?
Which reminds me. This is a post on a blog. It is not a blog. I hate it when people say they posted a blog. It is one of many things that I hate. Britannia High is another. Also all Montagues.
Fuck those guys.
In reply to those who mailed curious about my new employment, I’m technically self-employed and contracted to a small creative company. I say creative company, and I mean marketing company, and I say creative company. Anyway, it’s the most curious job in the world in that it somehow uses every goddam skill I’ve ever acquired – and I’ve acquired a disparate collection of skills.
So, yes, it’s good. The crossover period between jobs means working 15-hour days, thus the lack of sleep, thus the lack of posts this week. My new laptop won’t be in till early next week, at which point I can make sweet love to your Google Readers during the days again.
Meanwhile, check out Critical Theory and Critical Theorists.