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2002-02-14

Despite the never-ending chatter of seniors in the same room, we sat down and actually accomplished something. Accomplish in the terms of having had an idea and then we’ll do something with that idea later. We in this case was a slightly taller and skinnier chap called Tommy and I. We didn’t bother to ask the seniors about their names. We just wished they could be a bit quieter in their strive for running out of breath by talking past each other.

So, we just agreed that it was interesting and that we should do it. After all, every other way in the project — ingeniously dubbed The Big M for those who isn’t in on it, we of course have another name just to add some confusion — has reached a dead end.

The new idea of the Big M, which is a magazine on real paper and as far away from Internet as possible, was to write all the articles on a 24-hour marathon. Insane? Not quite, but we’re used to that by now. We have our laptops, so all we need is to stock up on high-quality coffee and some even more high-quality whisky and then we’re all set.

After all, one only lives twice and then it’s feeding-time for the little worms.

Nonononononono!

From Gotfuturama.com (by way of the cult at Orbyn)

FOX keeps telling that the show isn’t cancelled but put on hiatus for a year till the backlog of episodes are aired. While there might be a show called Futurama being picked up in 2003 that won’t be “our” Futurama as the original crew is leaving for other projects.

So, in all that matters, the show is dead even if it does continue. Fuck. Double shait. All this while the Simpsons can go on no matter how stale it has become. There is something wrong at the Fox-building. Perhaps there is an unwritten law that states that if a show is funny it can’t continue.

Just now, I realised something. I will never learn, never. I have as usual an exam on Saturday; the next Saturday that is, the twenty-third and the exam are about linguistics. I should be studying, but I am not. Instead, I sit here and device plans to circumvent this horrendous fact and read other things. Such a thing is the Anatomy of Bibliomania by Holbrook Jackson (who according to me should be dubbed Sir Holbrook Jackson even though he’s deader than a can of beans).

Why should he be knighted? Well, this is just one of three meta-books, just one and this is about 660 pages or so. Where else is one to find an essay that deals with the moral approach about books or discussing the proper time for reading? Or when he deal with the greatest question of all, to lend our or not to lend out books to friends and family. He is as he was, a philosopher in his heart dealing with the troublesome and undiscovered problems about the tomes that fill up the space provided within bookcases. How to behave and what to do, this is as close to a manifesto a bookman has ever come both before and since Jackson left the material plane.

If that isn’t enough to be called Sir, then nothing is.