Tank
I've been reading Umberto Eco's Foucault's Pendulum of late. It's been described as the "thinking man's The DaVinci Code", and I have to say it's one of the most intelligent novels I've ever read, although that could be because it's full of esoteric references to hermetic lore and a a bunch of jargon. It's a library book, and there are occasional underlined passages and sentences. I find these underlinings unremarkable. I dismiss the person who did it as less intelligent than myself and missing the point. But maybe they're more intelligent than I am, and what may seem unremarkable at first glance/to myself is actually far more important to the novel overall. Or maybe they're about as intelligent as I am and coming at things from a different angle. Why does it matter, more importantly?
Still limbo as regards where I'm going to be in September. Hell, August, even.
I'm watching a documentary about Peter Sutcliffe, the Yorkshire Ripper, who murdered 12 women in the 1970s and '80s. His first victim - according to the confession - was a prostitute who laughed at his inability to perform sexually. Here's some advice for every woman out there: a lot of serial killers can't get it up. Therefore, do not laugh at impotent men unless you fancy having screwdrivers poked through your lookin' balls and your skin turned into a table tennis net.
Still limbo as regards where I'm going to be in September. Hell, August, even.
I'm watching a documentary about Peter Sutcliffe, the Yorkshire Ripper, who murdered 12 women in the 1970s and '80s. His first victim - according to the confession - was a prostitute who laughed at his inability to perform sexually. Here's some advice for every woman out there: a lot of serial killers can't get it up. Therefore, do not laugh at impotent men unless you fancy having screwdrivers poked through your lookin' balls and your skin turned into a table tennis net.