Who watches the Wedgeman?

Following Sean's blog link thing, I've discovered that I love 'charity work' and fall in love too easily. Right. I've never really been one to fit into set moulds, perhaps there's a 'You're a person-hater' one out there: 'You dislike all people, especially children and often attack them on sight. In love, you long to find someone who understands that the rest of humanity is stupid in the same way you do. In work, you love to go 'postal' on your colleagues and tend to be fired on a fairly regular basis for this. Your style tends to be "bloodstained overalls, hockey mask and optional chainsaw accessory". You're a freaking lunatic.'

But, I digress. Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness is superb. Ulysses is too damned thick for me to get much in the way of meaning. It reads like a series of connected short stories, unfortunately, the short stories are all about a paragraph long which makes it somewhat tricky to read. I had the best lecture I've ever been in this morning and was buzzing on some strange sort of endorphin high for a while afterwards. Luckily I was able to calm down a bit before posting this. I think this afternoon I shall appreciate the fact I'm now the proud owner of Ghost In The Shell: Stand Alone Complex Volumes 4 and 5. Hurrah, I rather look forward watching them. In other news: I'll be Furi-kuriing all over the place this evening as the anime society are showing FLCL which will rock more than an avalanche. Still the strangest anime I've ever seen. Probably one of the stranger things I've ever seen. This show weirded me out more than the drug trip in 'Easy Rider', than the fire extinguisher on fire in 'Look Around You' (also seen/ripped off in 'The IT Crowd' more recently) and more than the concept of counting to purple backwards (follow the link and be a bit unnerved).

What else? Well, there was a SUCS party (which there are apparently several of each year all of a sudden) and things were... not too bad. Perhaps I'm mildly prejudiced because I had to clear up. Oh well, it seems that people enjoyed themselves and there was even (supposedly) a reasonable photograph of me taken. To quote Frosty: 'I'm incredulous'.