It's a kind of parrot.
A kind of generalised disgust with no clear object permeates my experience of TM these days. Probably nothing more than a particular instance of the overall malaise inspired in me by almost everything that bills itself as culture. But the particularities, in this case, by dint of some kind of sunk-costs calculation - wasted too much of my life on this fucking website, har har, haven't we all, all the hours lost to a glowing rectangle which promised all the validation you'd ever want as long as you ...
Updated May 27th, 2018 at 08:11 AM by Dullahan
This is not where I live. But it is close. (about 15 minutes away)
This is a place not too far from where I live. It's where we pan up as the ED starts playing on the final episode. And so is this.
Updated July 15th, 2015 at 02:16 PM by Dullahan
Previously, on Self/Destruct: >be me >high-achieving History student at top-shelf Aussie university One man. >USB directory tree status has been reverted to what it was a week ago, before I reorganised all of it for honours >reason for this is unknown and likely unknowable >folders and files created since then have ceased to exist >including one containing saved pdfs for bibliography >fuzakeru na >I ...
Updated March 29th, 2015 at 01:19 PM by Dullahan
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." >be me >high-achieving History student at top-shelf Aussie university >early in the new academic year >shit to be done, shit's getting done >today's project, flesh out preliminary bibliography for honours dissertation >venue? the library >library computers = unrestricted access to JSTOR/ProQuest/Project Muse/et.c. >cocaine for history majors >anyway, searching ...