Category: Sanctimoan
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Thought Vomit #16: ft. Dunno
I don’t know. People should be happy to utter that much more often than we do. I don’t know is a wonderful phrase. It doesn’t, as you might think, betray your stupidity – what does that is making up an answer to disguise said fear of stupidity – it simply means “I don’t know”. I…
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Thought Vomit #12: ft. Calvin & Sobs
Well, the Complete Calvin & Hobbes Collection arrived this morning. I think it’s far too good a reward incentive for the challenge I completed. It’s not often I get something from Amazon that totally belies all expectations. But man alive, this thing is awesome. First off, it came packed in a cardboard box, so right…
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Thought Vomit #7: ft. Verdicts: The Verdict
It’s annoying that when I log out of Hotmail, I am forced to see the front page of MSN. It’s a fairly frightful site at the best of times, even more so than the AOL UK front page, with it’s list of top ten embarrassing photos that Jade Goody doesn’t want me to see, but…
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Thought Vomit #6: ft. Ads
I’ve just written a bit about how being single and using a site like Facebook seems to make advertisers think that all I want is to find a woman. Right now, as I type this, there’s an advert over there for ClickTonight.com. I think I have quite a broad range of interests and desires expressed…
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Sheesh Gee Eye
Not much irks me (ahem), but one of the things that’s really been acquiring my mountain-dwelling sheep-like creature recently is this: “There was too much CGI in it.” What does that mean? In fact, I’d contend that the utterer of such vacuous tripe doesn’t even really know what it means. I’ve most recently heard it…
