The things I did today under the grip of a subconscious drive not to focus on being productive …
- Looking at pictures of burned toast that looked like Michael Jackson
- Bidding on pictures of burned toast that looked like Michael Jackson
- Saying really vicious things about other people’s pictures in the supercritical deleteme group on Flickr
- Having really vicious things said about some of my pictures in the supercritical deleteme group on Flick. Nowhere near as much fun.
- Being quite impressed by one person’s galleries that I happened upon through the deleteme group
- Searching for Etruscan-era porn on Google. Given the sheer volume of the stuff I saw when we were actually in Etruria the amount available on the web is actually pretty disappointing.
If my hunger for displacement carries on at this rate I’ll be reading rubbish sci-fi novels and become madly interested in televised snooker, just like when I was studying for my finals. Only that was almost twenty years ago and I had most of my life ahead of me. Plus, Isaac Asimov is dead now (isn't he?)
Alternatively, I could always start writing that feckin’ book …
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