There’s a song by The Cure whose lyrics include something about running around hysterical in dead persistent gloom and babbling out in simile (about dog head monkeys or something) – now, that’s how I feel right now, having spent half the day just so, running around trying fixing things up. And all the while that sketch, you remember(?), about the killer joke, by the Monty Python company, was running around in my head.
Wenn ist das Nunstruck git und Slotermeyer? Ja!…
Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!
Now, this post made at least that much sense. (Keep in mind, this is a test run here, what you’re reading, this blog…)
PS: I’d like to thank Hanna once again for helping me out with the running around about the fellowship application thing. I don’t see much hope for writers of, let’s say, speculative fiction, but hey, it’s worth a try, we’ve got nothing to lose. (Gosh, now this brought to my mind another MP sketch, about having no time to lose.)
PS2: A link for today: go on, get gothic, watch Blue, a video by the Birthday Massacre.