"... there is a deep psychological identification of Balinese men with their cocks. The double entendre is intentional."

From Deep Play: Notes on the Balinese Cockfight

I LOL'd. In the library extra-quiet room.

CLIFFORD GEERTZ ILU.

Today my housemate and I hypothesise that I am disappearing.

This is not a random idea - well, it is really rather random - but I mean, it isn't that we were sitting around watching Diagnosis Murder and thought, Hey, wouldn't it be cool if you were disappearing? Let's pretend! There is a reason. I promise ( Read more... )

I think we're aware that I was pretty well drunk last night, hmmm? This is a good thing. I'd begun to think that I'd crossed some invisible threshold and, as God is my witness, I would never go drunkenly through the streets of York again ( Read more... )

The owl is me, generally. I love owls. This one dances. Dancing owls are the best.

You know what's really weird? When I'm on my period, all communication from my body goes through my uterus first, and hits my brain as a heart-stopping, hands-grabbing-at-lower-stomach-in-an-'is-that-girl-touching-herself?' burst of pain. Seriously, everything. ( Read more... )

Not really spoilery so much as observences on where the best LOLs are, from my point of view.

( Attack of the Emo Warrior )

Apparently, and against all evidence to the contrary, we do live in a universe where I can say, "I have finished my dissertation" and be telling the truth.

Let me repeat that...

I HAVE FINISHED MY DISSERTATION

Anyone want to read Re-establising the 'absent centre': the Anglo-Indian Woman and the 'Other' in late nineteeth-century Mutiny Fiction ( Read more... )

That quote, in the subject, is I think the best quote ever to come out of a tutorial. I would adore it, hug it, keep it close to me for the rest of my life... if it wasn't about my work. And if I didn't think that yesterday when I handed in my final essay it was just about as bad. Oy ( Read more... )

I just found out that that thing I wrote ages ago about phases of blogging was recced on metafandom. Huh.

So seriously, where did relationship rules come from? I mean, I have a problem imagining cavemen sitting around and saying, one to the other in low tones, "But if I hit her over the head with my club that way, maybe she'll think I want babies. Really I ( Read more... )

The older I get, the more skeptical I become, and the more contradictory.

I believe in the supernatural; in psychics and ghosts and other things, but someone proclaiming themselves to have extra-sensory perception does rather make me guffaw ( Read more... )

I have a theory.

Dinosaurs are one enormous piss-take.

The question is, of course, a piss-take of who, and by whom?

I stroke my chin in your general directions.