Okay so like I said I had bats in my apartment. It sucked. I blocked all the holes I could find. Well just now I was out of the room, I walked back in and heard like water dripping. This is the room where I do work on my laptop etc. I thought maybe I’d spilled water near the laptop or something. I looked, no glass of water. And the liquid had a yellowy look. Like urine. I looked up, it was dripping down the wall. Andup top, on the ceiling, a good sized hole (maybe 2 inches by 3 inches). Maybe I missed that one - I was very tired from being up all nite when I blocked the holes - or maybe it came unblocked or maybe it’s a new one. Anyhow, this hole is where the liquid is coming from. I spoke to the neighbor who lives right above me, hoping he had spilled something on the floor and it was dripping down. No such luck. He also said they’d had a bat in their place just a few nights ago, after we had bats in ours. Might be another bat. Might be something else. Called the landlord, no anwser. Called an exterminator. Said it’s $200 for the inspection. He’s coming monday morning. Ugh.
No gods, no masters, no nature. That’s my new motto.
EDIT:
My wife came home. Wiped up some of the liquid with tissues. Smelled it. It’s urine. Stupid fucking … bats. World. Nature.
Damn it.
rough draft of my routine that I’ve been asked to do tonite. The jokes will be familiar to loyal readers of this blog (more…)
Altruism, clearly. (more…)
This is written off the top of my head in order to help myself get started on something I’m required to write, about the research I’ve been doing. (more…)
Nothing. That’s why the second half of Sartre’s book is so funny. (That’s what’s funnier - bad philosophy jokes. And maybe lightbulb jokes. This means the best joke ever would be a lightbulb and philosophy joke involving a pun.) Here’s one.
When I turned 18 I went away to college. My grandma gave me a going away present, a pet frog. I named her Rosie. What a lot of people don’t know, what my grandma didn’t know, and I didn’t know, is that frogs are long lived animals. They’re not like mice or something that just dies right away. They live a long time. And when you live with a pet a long time you get emotional. Let’s just say it really upset me when that frog croaked. (more…)
Compressed because busy, maybe I’ll fill in the details later (more…)
This is another attempt at a thing for Matt. Matt, sorry I didn’t get this to you sooner. (more…)
Yusef has been challenging me on some of my comments in my post on Negri. He also has been defending Negri in the discussion on a post at Steve Shaviro’s. To Yusef’s credit (much more than mine, I’m sad to say), he rises above some of the unpleasantries in that thread to try and have a real and substantive conversation. (more…)
