monkey rant, wrench, clink! it's stuck again
once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down long the road and... if it sounds familiar, congratulations! you just recognized joyce (james joyce, a portrait of the artist as a young man. penguin books, 1981 reprint. p.1) i always thought it would be great to start something quoting just that. what is this blogging about? what is your profile? for something that is supposed to be convinient, the great internet asks you so many personal questions that it would deserve a good slap on the face, 19th century victorian style. not that i am so fond of that time and era anyways, too many unintended fun (usually with great costs) took place then. not to say we are any better. i feel like a kid who want to take their shirt off at the changing room at the high school gym just a second longer than necessary, for the sake of, i am not sure, to be peeked upon or something. if you look, im supposed to be offended. if no one looks, im to feel neglected, isolated, separat...