So 2006 has arrived, and with it a few changes for this blog, including a slightly different design, and a half-hearted decision to be at least slightly more vigilant about its maintenance. I also, with some hesitation, decided that I'd see if there was a way I could make this blasted blog do something for me, so I surrendered to the temptation to allow Google to provide advertising links on the sidebar. I suspect it'll be 2060 before those ads begin paying off, but I confess to being curious to see if there's an ounce of profit to be made. So, kind readers, follow Google's links-- effusively, if you please, and click me to riches beyond my vague and limited imagination.
New Year's and Christmas have come and gone, Christmas as usual the languid fruition of a few weeks of frenzy, and New Year's Eve the typical gallivanting among alcohol-vending establishments. Now I can return to being my shirty, cynical self, divested at long last of the niceties, and most of the imbibements, compulsory for the season. Work awaits, naggingly: with my kids' exams marked, I now have to trudge through their forty-odd essays and, more laboriously, through Pride and Prejudice, which begins with one of the most pretentious and heavy-handed sentences in English literature ("It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife"), and so calls to mind the delicious homophony of the word "ostentatious." Jane Austen, I'd continue to contend, is a pleasure like prostitution, better suited for those willing to pay for it, regularly and guiltily.
Several of you out there, I know, are waiting for me to return calls or emails, and I promise to do so sooner or later. In the interim, Happy New Year, everyone, and may this one be a damned sight better than the last one.
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- Short Takes
- Some Random Observations
- The Carrion Forecast
- You Don't Say....
- Irony Note For All You 24 Fans Out There
- Five Minutes, Two Cheers, And An Involuntary Rroww...
- Let Your Fingers Do The Walking
- He's The Same Boy He Used To Be
- The Common Touch
- I Think I Swam, I Think I Swam, I Think I Swam
- One Of These Things Doesn't Belong Here....
- The Still Unwavering Eye: Layton Redux
- The Paper Chase
- The March of the Martinets
- PoMological Discourse
- The Aching And Triumphant Impeccability Of His Lif...
- Regularly And Guiltily
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