I'd rather read Allen Tate, and he was a fucking Nazi. And wore a bow tie.
* My oven now works, or at least it's heating up.
* Slightly dull avant-garde literature class today. We did a bunch of random stuff from the Black Mountain poets and Frank O'Hara (not avant-garde) to Raymond Queneau and concrete poetry to pop literature (Warhol's A: A Novel [basically Chelsea Girls: the transcripts], which sadly we only had to read a few pages of). One of the tutors has gone to Kent. And we had to split into stupid groups for stupid work. I really want to kill the twatface who says "anti-bourgeois" at the start of every single class like he's Bruce Fucking Forsyth.
* First day back at work. Big meeting at work now our managers are back from overseas. I still have a job although I may end up making digital projectors quieter. Half my office is very pissed off that the managers don't seem to have considered them at all (otoh they're not getting sacked either).
* Nobody's commented on my Flickr for 8 months. Cats and babies, that's all anybody wants, the bastards. I'll give you babies!
* Twitter seems to be full of people trying to sell shit. Fuck them. Actually wait, I should admire their persistence because Twitter seems to be down more than half of the time.
* Slightly dull avant-garde literature class today. We did a bunch of random stuff from the Black Mountain poets and Frank O'Hara (not avant-garde) to Raymond Queneau and concrete poetry to pop literature (Warhol's A: A Novel [basically Chelsea Girls: the transcripts], which sadly we only had to read a few pages of). One of the tutors has gone to Kent. And we had to split into stupid groups for stupid work. I really want to kill the twatface who says "anti-bourgeois" at the start of every single class like he's Bruce Fucking Forsyth.
* First day back at work. Big meeting at work now our managers are back from overseas. I still have a job although I may end up making digital projectors quieter. Half my office is very pissed off that the managers don't seem to have considered them at all (otoh they're not getting sacked either).
* Nobody's commented on my Flickr for 8 months. Cats and babies, that's all anybody wants, the bastards. I'll give you babies!
* Twitter seems to be full of people trying to sell shit. Fuck them. Actually wait, I should admire their persistence because Twitter seems to be down more than half of the time.