tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post5548259174988585515..comments2024-03-29T05:24:12.453+00:00Comments on call me ishmael: WOTSONTELLY. FUCK OFF, PRATCHETT.call me ishmaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14369028864168461729noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-52480059247648334922010-04-09T02:51:56.404+01:002010-04-09T02:51:56.404+01:00You've hit a lot of nails on the head, there, ...You've hit a lot of nails on the head, there, Mr Ishmael. <br /><br />Fate's been extremely kind to Mr Pratchett; so much so that it'd be near impossible to describe his present angst to most of this world's inhabitants without receiving the local equivalent of "what the fuck is he on about, lucky bastard".<br /><br />Mr Stan's Saga of Gordon the Ruiner show those Discworld novels up for what they are: lightweight easy-reads for an established, well-defined market segment.black hole sunsethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13754977921603292534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-71358603467876192652010-04-08T21:06:27.228+01:002010-04-08T21:06:27.228+01:00They are Lord Pratchett on the left and Mr Glitter...They are Lord Pratchett on the left and Mr Glitter on the right, although everyone on telly eventually just joins the great slime trail of pushy celebrity, the one indistunguishable from the other.<br /><br />What, pray, was Monday's event, Mr Edgar, which so vexed your household, if yoy would be so kind ?call me ishmaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14369028864168461729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-63873379008794259932010-04-08T20:33:28.936+01:002010-04-08T20:33:28.936+01:00I think you'll find it's Harold Shipman, M...I think you'll find it's Harold Shipman, Modo...lilithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05011676751221508167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-57217739307132892822010-04-08T14:41:17.045+01:002010-04-08T14:41:17.045+01:00Diabetes week 13th - 19th June.
My word... Gary G...Diabetes week 13th - 19th June.<br /><br />My word... Gary Glitter? I thought it was David Essex, or Peter Gabriel.Modohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09237912589278143090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-80937777192876664882010-04-08T08:56:33.237+01:002010-04-08T08:56:33.237+01:00As you pointed out in an earlier post Mr Smith, wh...As you pointed out in an earlier post Mr Smith, why do these people, who want to control the time and place of their dying, not take their own lives whilst they can still move their arms? Why must they wait for a relative or the government to do it for them?<br /><br />I entirely agree with the book review. Tried one once but didn't get far. <br /><br />Enjoying the Places Inbetweenlilithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05011676751221508167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-43696993915372527822010-04-08T00:46:48.899+01:002010-04-08T00:46:48.899+01:00If one is always and everywhere preparing to die o...If one is always and everywhere preparing to die or striving not to die or shoring defences against dying, one forgets to live. I have more than the T-shirt for that one, more an entire wardrobe. Until I noticed that I was alive, for now, and that was enough for there was no more. Why waste life on death? It will be here soon enough for most of us. And for the rest it will come too soon.PT Barnumnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065998731267025499.post-50867648766881643722010-04-08T00:00:20.605+01:002010-04-08T00:00:20.605+01:00"What a horrible, whining, snarling, pathetic..."What a horrible, whining, snarling, pathetic, self-centred useless bastard."<br /><br />Perhaps if my wife had the skill to string pearls of invective, that would have been her observation about me on Monday. What, in fact, she said was not so fluent, but carried the same message.<br /><br />Ah, but I wouldn't want to make a career out of my misery, would I? Make myself an object of pity in the morbidly-curious, but strangely unaffected, eyes of millions, who cannot take an ounce of reality but neither could leave a stone of vicarious 'experience'? Not fucking likely.<br /><br />Of course, Mr P. is not performing this unnerving ritual for his own benefit - it is for others. All those others, remember, who do not have television producers slavering, nor editors clawing the eyes out of each other for the right to publish the mawkish exudata. Everyone, it seems, wants to do stuff on behalf of the powerless, the neglected, the poor, the unrepresented. Funny, though, when it comes to the share-out, the ones who get least are the powerless, the neglected, the poor, the unrepresented. Still, let's cut the lying, thieving, cheating, treacherous latchicos a little slack: as I found out on Monday, sometimes it is really fucking hard to uphold my own standards.Edgarnoreply@blogger.com