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My Usenet posts
‘Joy to the world, the Lord is come.’ Tushar Samant was, and is, the man, for using ‘to be’ as the auxiliary for a grandiose statement, in normal speech. (Umm, well, email.) Among many other things.
Mike Todd’s ‘Around the World in 80 Days,’ was on yesterday, and I think it’s one of the more sadly neglected films ever. So there.
Nope, no coherent thread of thought here. So, let’s put this entry out of its misery, quickly.
 Yes, Mick, the ‘y’ wasn’t meant to be there.
I like being Irish, but there are some aspects of it that make being Italian pretty attractive. Less “romanticism” about male-female relations, and, paradoxically, a culture where if you’re male, and you get out of practice at complimenting women, you’re not fully functioning. (So they know you’re talking ѕhіt, but it still cheers them up to hear it.)
“I don’t see why we need to stand by and watch a country go communist due to the irresponsibility of its people. The issues are much too important for the Chilean voters to be left to decide for themselves.”
Them’s fightin’ words, Mr. Kissinger. And could no-one ever compare Mal to him again, please?
Not in the mood to write anything thought-out and specific to my current situation. I’m kicking around town, meeting people at 8.30 in Doyles, but I think I’ll move over there early and catch up with a translation of Daphne du Maurier, “Le Vol du Faucon,” and I’ll see can I get an opportunity to spout a witticism about a “vrai con.” Good night, all.
Wonder when I’ll get that deposit for the last place I lived ... hmm. Right, apart from that, I really lack the time & energy (and home net connection) to participate actively in that intersocs thingy, or do much in the way of other stuff. The half-hour less break every day doesn’t help.
Jobhunting ... urgh. Too little time, too little material. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
‘I do not think that your correspondent (9 November) and partner, together earning £500,000 p.a., should consider themselves ‘rich’ and therefore feel guilty. Surely the definition of ‘wealthy’ is the ability to live off the income of one’s income? In these days of derisory interest rates, the income on a—presumably pre-tax—income of £500,000 would scarcely keep your correspondents in champagne. You can reassure them: they have a lot further to go.’
Aye, like I’d know. Heh.
Moved out to Tyrelstown, which is a half-hour walk from work. I woke up at 7.45 AM—phone alarm thought it was the weekend—and got to work 10 minutes late (I start at eight.) Do you realize I had to leave the house at 6.30 to get to work for eight? This is a bit more civilized, in terms of the amount of sleep I’m getting; on the other hand, it’s actually outside the 30mph-speed-limited built-up area that boasts itself to be Dublin. So, umm, services are crap.
Apart from that ... I really should pay more attention to work. And be, umm, some good at it. At least I’m not working in Hockney, where the lack of a psychotic is the highlight of a week ...
 Soon to be 50kph, I think.