Blue Monk

So, what can I say, but it's been a long time. This weekend has been especially capitalistic. For some reason I was knocking about on (An auction site which shall remain nameless) and bid on a few Ipods, all of which were underbid from me in a span of microseconds. That set off a reaction involving those free-ipod sites (especially since they're offering the photo-Ipod now), which turn out to be all above-board and legal except that they want you to a) sign yourself up for evil junk-mail; b) want you to refer ten (count 'em--as if I had that many enemies) friends to the site, and then they have to sign themselves up for spam. I just don't want an Ipod bad enough to jeopardize my relationship with ten people.
I finished Mrs. Dalloway today (London Lit); it's a bear to read, but it's both a modernist novel and stream-of-consciousness. I'm not a fan of stream-of-consciousness novels (not that you'd believe it reading this). My own thoughts are hard enough to deal with on a daily basis; I don't need other people's thrown into the mix. I also graded a few exams and have started Orwell's Keep the Aspidistra Flying, which looks to be funny. It also starts with the main character complaining about the small amount of coin in his pocket, which made me realise once again that I don't have specimins of shillings (1/-), happence (.5d), or threpence (3d), and sent me back to the auction site for the odd experience of paying money for money that's not money any mon- er, more.
I should probably get back to "work," especially since I need to figure out what I'm doing tomorrow. I leave you with this:
"Jesus MUST be Mormon--look how many brides he has!"

Good night, Mrs. Calabash--wherever you are!

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