A weblog of diaretic (as opposed to diarrhetic) crap.
Yup; that's pretty much the way it is. This morning, the postman brought me "A Nice Derangement of Epistemes: Post-Positivism in the Study of Science from Quine to Latour". (Google it, bitch: it might do you some good.)
Um...hi! Haven't stopped by in a while. Hope all is going swimmingly. I'll come back later to catch up on your archives.Meanwhile, and totally unrelated to your post...I had a dream about you last night. I was, for reasons unknown, walking down a street or hallway in England and you were in your room (or house) with the door open, so I spotted you and came in and we chatted and you ended up having a little party/get together where various people (known and unknown) milled about or sat on the furinture (very tastefully decorated place you had) or on the floor in a sort of bohemian hang outty way.You were a wonderful conversationalist, but had much longer hair. You had no hind of a British accentJust thought I'd share.Yay you, 63 days!
then i think THIS will be your favourite political campaign of All Time:Mr Smitxhcd goes to Washington
So true, so true.
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