Another weird and wonderful link...
8/5/2006
moved from old site
We're under attack!
Dust off and nuke the site from orbit, it's the only way to be sure.
[edit] Ooh, another one, this time in PG!
What the Philosophers say about reality is often as deceptive as when you see a sign in a second-hand store that reads: Pressing Done Here. If you went in with your clothes to have them pressed you would be fooled; the sign is for sale.
— Søren Kierkegaard, “Diapsalmata” from Either/Or.
8/5/2006
moved from old site
We're under attack!
Dust off and nuke the site from orbit, it's the only way to be sure.
[edit] Ooh, another one, this time in PG!
A fire broke out backstage in a theatre. The Clown came out to warn the public; they thought it was a joke and applauded. He repeated it; the acclaim was even greater. I think that's just how the world will come to an end: to general applause from wits who believe it's a joke.
— Søren Kierkegaard, “Diapsalmata” from Either/Or.
2 comments:
The all-nighter at Heathrow was good, as far as all-nighters in airports go. We arrived at 11PM and slept in shifts of four hours on a comfy Starbucks booth. There was an odd guy who I think had Turrets, but he disappeared after a couple hours. We checked in, ate breakfast, shopped, and talked with others from our flight. How was the wait for you?
Ahh, the starbucks booth. Air Canada wouldn't let me check into the departures lounge until 5AM, so I was in the arrivals lounge most of the night with a guy and his five whiny kids. Maybe they were normal kids in other environments, but all night in the terminal they would go off like cascading chemical reactions or car alarms: all it takes is one of them, and the whole place erupts in that gut-wrenching sound of children having tantrums. The local-attractions-pamphlet rack was vandalized many times over by wave after wave of carpet-crawlers, bless their little souls.
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