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Desperation Blogging...

You'd thinking sharing an apartment with Izzy would give me something even vaguely interesting to blog about, yar?, but it seems we are living in different time-zones or something - I've seen her about 20 minutes in all of this past week.

Even when we did exchange pleasantries I demonstrated my ignorance of the philosophy of "Uncle" Benny Spinoza ("he was, like, this Jewish philisopher, um scientist..." groan: even after having recently read The Witch of Cologne, in which he was a fairly major character!) when I quoted from the book I was falling asleep over on the couch (In Defence of Atheism), about Spinoza having a sort of Jewish fatwah called a cherem put out against him. People weren't allowed to be in the same house as him, or even within 6 feet of him... which I thought was interesting and a parallel with Salman Rushdie, somehow. She just sort of looked at me with her version of that "what the fuck are you raving about?" look I have been getting familiar with over the last 50 years.

I also explained something I know more about - Australia's fascination with Vegemite.

So not too much worthy of blogging about there. Oops, I already have.


Though we were thinking of setting up a permanent web-cam in her bedroom! And, like, charging wankers $5.95 per month membership to look at the maid make her bed once a week. You know, just to cover the rent.


So, instead, it's got to that desperation point of blogging where E@L is resorting to quoting from his SMS messages to generate content...

E@L: Are you having fun in Bangkok? Should I join you?

LG: I got the girl from Phuket here, might be embarrasing, if she c u here. But I'll insert your regards!

E@L: LOL! Insert my best wishes as well.

E@L: O shit, ROTFL! That line goes in my book! [or blog, whichever comes first]

LG: Just don't mention my name. Ever!



Also of marginal interest: someone who obviously has the lost the skill of bimanual masturbation pointed out to E@L that Googling the phrase "shut the fuck up you fucking fuck" brings up E@L as No 1 blog with that quote, even beating the alleged person who might allegedly have actually said it allegedly...



Posted by: expat@large on Aug 26, 07 | 3:12 pm | Profile


just back from an afternoon thing ( a baby shower *rme*) anyway..sitting with 2 other women (also clueless as to really why we said 'why, thank you, darlin, i'd love to attend') anyway..after a few drinks we decided we were having too much fun and needed to bring dadaism back (or maybe the climate that gave birth to the movement)...but only in the form of drinks/food/conversation about life, art, music...(you know the drill) anyway, i thought of you and here you are blogging about nothing...and everything again..we should name the group after you ;)

Posted by: savannah on Aug 27, 07 | 5:47 am

The baby was so dirty it needed a shower? Amazing what you housewives get up to in your lazy southern afternoons... Perhaps too much kirsch in the fondue?

My new motto: Dadaism alive and well, down at E@L!

Ceci n'est pas une blog.

Posted by: expat@large on Aug 27, 07 | 10:41 am

Should start using that phrase more often.

Posted by: VirginPornStar on Aug 27, 07 | 3:45 pm

Only of marginal interest?

Damn I really need to work for some kudos don't I?

Posted by: Indiana on Aug 27, 07 | 5:16 pm

work on your chili crab instead, tonight...

Posted by: expat@large on Aug 27, 07 | 5:36 pm

With one arm chili crab is not a good idea...the last thing I need is chili-sauce running down my arm under my cast.

Once the silly thing is off, I will be there. Damn I might even buy.

Posted by: Indiana on Aug 27, 07 | 6:16 pm

So is this thing with Mark final? Or did they just need a break from each other? Trying to keep up here.

Posted by: Dick on Aug 28, 07 | 12:43 am

VPS: just fucking do it.

Indie: skipped and went to the tourist boat chinese restaurant at Clarke Quay - how bad is that?!

Dick: I guess that up to him and her. Anything can happen: we're dealing with the gradients of emotion in the human heart, which is totally out of my league to discuss unless you want me to talk ejection fraction, myocardial perfusion, mitral valve prolapse and tricuspid regurgitation. I'm just the guy who operates the TV, cable and DVD controls (when he replaces the batteries).

Posted by: expat@large on Aug 28, 07 | 1:10 am


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