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12 June 2000, Monday, 21:19

Here I am again. What is this anyway, part from wanking in public? No how, on with the dialogue. Brian Hassett, I before the A – Damn! Great artist, brilliant beat poet whatever, amazing. 

Why don’t people invest more in their offspring. Why isn’t there a repository for old online journals and diaries, so dead people can rest in th peace of eternal web presence? So kids can trace the lives of their parents, maybe gain a bit of experience being people, y’know? Pass on the wisdom of the ages, cos right now, seems we’re just spitting in the wind. 

As for me, ate like, three bits of bread, a pasta meal and… no that was it. Plus a few sugary drinks, over the weekend. That was all I had. Damn I was hungry. Still am, right now, no food, no nothing. Water in the morning, chocolate at work. Maybe I’ll be a sadomasochist and go to the canteen. Have something like leek and aubergine soap, or shit. If I hadn’t fucked up relations with Graham sooo bad. Damn me. I need to get more experienced in that shit. 

The CD on the cover of sleazenation is good. As is the comedy article about DIY clothing, and Fetishist Morris dancers. That is completely bizarre. I’m going to have to photocopy tommorrow at work, gives me something to do.

Boss liked my comp program that I’ve been working hard on at work. Shame it’s not working right now, but I’m hoping it’ll work on the reboot tommorrow. 

Got to get some sleep tonight. My legs are still killing me from the walk up the hill from the post office at the weekend. Can’t sleep, can’t run, can’t shit, nah, I just don’t have enough in my stomach.  

Hope England win, Graham may be in a good enough mood and all to go to asda. I think, if I don’t get enough food, I may dream about going to asda. Would be fitting. 

Apart from the take the piss side, I think Sleazenation is a bit of style over substance. Too much style. It needs to make more of a statement. They all do. I want anyother level, one that doesn’t involve mail order. Yeah okay pun module, I’l say it, The internet may be in order. 

Everybody upon everybody knows there are no new ideas under the sun. You just get the old ideas, reaaranged with different details. In fact you could make the ideas into an alphabet, and make words and sentences and books. In fact you do make books, books of ideas. And then for self referentiality, the new idea-word is back to just an idea. Self referentiality. It’s a big bummer. I wonder if that’s what Umberto Eco was talking about in the name of the rose. I generally just ignored the ‘sign’ bits and got on with being unable to remember the names of the characters. Bloody good book though. Right, so the verbs are ideas, and the nouns are details. And sentences are… Classes and instance, it’s all I think in, IT’S NOT MY FAULT I’M A PROGRAMMER! Samuel delanzy understood about the big metaphor, or did neal stephenson. It’s soo true. What is it about somputer lanuages? I want to dress my words in flowery ness and vague meanings, instead of being unable to form a sentence unless it’s correct. Getting better though. 

Slowly. Getting better. 

Makes me smile. 

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