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Hung over

Let’s just say that I had a great day yesterday. After all, it was Curtin Orientation Day (or, more accurately, just one day in an entire Orientation Week) with all the usual staples… beer, women, bands, hippies desperately thrusting anti-everything flyers in my face, hippies trying to sign me up for every club they can, beer, women, beer. You know the drill.

Moreover, it feels good to be back at Curtin. It feels like a long-lost, underappreciated home that I’m just coming back to. Of course this is all minus that whole study thing, so I guess we can only wait and see what happens once they start forcing work upon me. But for now I can sit back with a beer and a stick of jerky, listening to Magic Dirt playing in the tavern, pondering the next three years of my life, here, a student again.

…and stumble into bed about 1:00am with a glazed expression and a stupid smirk. It’s true what they say — Absence does make the heart grow fonder.


Hung over, part II

It turns out that if you have a few glasses of water, then go out and get a large choc shake and a double quarter pounder with cheese, then go for a drive with the window down and the fresh air pouring in you can shake even the queasiest of feelings.

Maybe if I could distill the essence of these collected experiences and mass-produce it as some kind of elixir vitae I’d be a very rich man. Maybe.


Re: the snow cock

This shit is making me sick. Penises are pornographic now?! Gee, for a moment there I thought that sexually explicit pictures, writing, or other material only becomes pornographic when its primary purpose is to cause sexual arousal. This cock is doing nothing to arouse anything but the ire of the neurotic feminists who’re quoted so much in that damned article. “As a feminist, pornography is degrading to women and creates a violent atmosphere” — Oh, sweet, so you’re justifying that you violently “dismantled” the snow-penis because pornography creates violence… not that we hadn’t already established that this dong does not constitute pornography. If snow-penises and other cocks are such “menacing reminders of women’s sexual vulnerability,” then I think it’s time these women reevaluate themselves. Damned social retards. This is the kind of inane clatter I expect from anybody who takes Women’s Studies as an elective. I sat in on a Women’s Studies lecture last year with some girl friends of mine — that whole damn course should be called “Hating Men 103: How & Why.” Although it turns out not everyone at Harvard is a maniac, the whole debate would be far less offensive to both sexes if the detractors weren’t all female, and the supporters weren’t all male. But I guess that’s the way the world works. Wonderful.