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So it seems that I have been beset by a wide variety of obligations and responsibilities lately. Some are, by definition, gheysauce: course readings and the like. I'm trying to be studious but that doesn't mean I have to enjoy it.

Others are self-inflicted, like FR!NGE-ity duties. These I dig, but they take away from my internet geek time. I think I'll be combining geekiness with FR!NGE soon, in a PR blitz of sorts. A holocaust of media. Maybe.

I also have a spankalicious new laptop, which looks a little like this. I realize that most of you don't really give a fuck, which is perfectly okay. If it was one of your new laptops, I would probably make some snide comment about overcompensation. But it's not yours, it's mine. And let me assure you that this personal computation device is nothing less than a silvery leviathan of godlike proportions.

All of this adds up to a suspiciously me-centric entry, so let me just add that a certain Comm. Studies theorist by the name of Bruno Latour is undoubtedly flying southwards on acid.

Here's a random, out of context quote from A Door Must Be Either Open Or Shut: "But the seagull has been forgotten! What's a seagull doing in a journalist's office? The origin of this Belgian peculiarity matters little to us here. Whatever the reason, the seagull, too, is complaining, and its cries are more piercing than the cat's. Its fury was not anticipated, and it threatens the fragile compromise that is holding together Prunelle, the cat, drafts, and cat-flaps. 'laahhr,' says the seagull."

Who says Communications students aren't gonna get jobs?

Posted by Chris at 08:49 PM >> Commentations (7)