2001 2002
December
Weeks 51 and 52
(an unfortunate hiatus)
...
Week 50 (15)
(I hate looking for work)
Week 49 (14)
(lagniappe)
Proving I read Metafilter—Public service—Drop everything—The North Pole?—While I’m working on something else—A side note, as I continue to work on something else—
November
Week 48 (13)
(I’ve done better)
Week 47 (12)
(thanks, already)
Racism—Go now—I’m not going to repeat myself—Barbara Stanwyck—
Week 46 (11)
(short)
Scene from a party—The smoke shop—Maybe not Canada— Crickets and spam—Further updates—
Week 45 (10)
(again with the Delaney)
We’re back—The Harry freakin’ Potter bandwagon—One of the things we missed while we were away—Screenplay— Postscript—A word for the week—Do you like cats?—Behind the scenes—I am, apparently, a man—Not quite half an alphabet’s worth of thoughts regarding the recent Buffy musical—
Week 44 (9)
(word)
Movies—Erratum—Sex(y)—Schizophrene—Drugs—Lists—Privilege—Offline—
October
Week 43 (8)
(attempts to answer some niggling questions)
You can’t have an extravaganza without a fez—Whelmed— Etiquette—In the interests of remaining true to the Blogger’s Code—Wah—As long as I’m here—You wanna come up and show me your etchings?—Narcissisma—
Week 42 (7)
(some backstory)
What a difference—Oddly enough, my sweater smells of cigarette smoke—Other people’s orgasms—Quivering—White crows; presque vu—Esoteric pop culture—Spanking the inner Comstock—
Week 41 (6)
(not the most inspired)
Crossroads—Courting irrelevancy—Alternative titles—Ego-pimp—Social engineering—On a somewhat snarky note— Hurried thoughts scribbled on the back of an envelope while seeing the Bally’s Total Fitness commercial featuring “A Little Bit” by Jessica Simpson—Don’t mind me—
Week 40 (5)
(yes, that Buffy)
With all due respect, Mr. Lewis: fuck you—Flotsam; jetsam— Talk amongst yourselves—Buffy (which one may skip, if one so chooses)—Wanted: one intrepid grad student—What we’re fighting for—Kids these days—Missing a point—
September
Week 39 (4)
(carried away, a little)
Magical thought, or, For fuck’s sake, it’s only a TV show—Hey. Microsoft—Street, dancing in—Nymming the monosyllable(s)—Subtext, take two—I had noticed, but thanks—up so floating many bells down—September— Eudæmonism—
Week 38 (3)
(we stumble but we do not fall)
Swag—Housekeeping (written under the pernicious influence of McSweeney’s; I do apologize; while I cannot guarantee it will never happen again, Measures Will Be Taken)—Normalcy— Restless—Book report—Housekeeping (redux)—
Week 37 (2)
(...)
Making coffee—Trouble and desire, or, Delaney’s dialectic— Unreal—I’m not angry—Not in the mood—Squawk seven five zero zero—Not much to say—
Week 36 (1)
(it seems that dualism is bad)
Marriage—What I’m currently (not) writing—Tennis and product placement—Being that I’m a little unfocussed—What Mr. Vonnegut said—Dualism bad—Live Nude Cats—
Week 35 (0)
(off to a rip-roaring start)
She said it, not me—Actually, it’s all his fault—It’s... it’s... unspeakable—Pornotopia—I’m just saying—Ten years ago—Why I give it away—
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