Friday, April 26, 2002

Thinking about offering on-line English classes. But I want to be paid for my work--the nature of Mars is that he gets his hands on other people's money through threats and extortion. It is still the way things work after millions of years. The tout outside the restaurant, the smell of aggression. How will things be, then, when you are trying to do business with someone looking at a screen? Perhaps that is what on-screen violence has been preparing us for--we have come to realise that, in spite of the fact that we see violence on the screen, we experience no physical insult. As such, doing business over the Internet may require some novel Martian strategies. You can't even offer sex, realistically. Zoyks! (Spelling, Shaggy?)

Tuesday, April 23, 2002

How low can you go? I have 2-minute noodles made with COLD water.

Monday, April 22, 2002

Afraid I had a cold coming on last night so I drank a glass of straight vodka and my sex drive spiraled out of control. There you are--the specific purpose of drive, according to Lacan, is to reproduce itself as drive. Can I have some more drive with my drive?