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Artificial articulation with anthropomorphic dexterity
Monday, November 17, 2003
More walks on the mountain this weekend. Next weekend I must make the summit. All this walking around the paths is bullshit. I say walk straight to the top and paths be damned!
On Saturday morning I watched the rugby. I hate rugby. But I watched the game anyway, on TV. I had a choice, and I chose rugby. Hmmm. Go figure.
On Sunday morning I watched golf. More accurately, I prostituted myself to the gods of celebrity consumerism. I am whom famous people chose to hate. I feed the paperazzi. I went only to see Samuel L Jackson. And Jodie Kidd. But golf estates are nice - they have grass and they have trees. It's all so pretty. Pity about the game.
On Saturday morning I watched the rugby. I hate rugby. But I watched the game anyway, on TV. I had a choice, and I chose rugby. Hmmm. Go figure.
On Sunday morning I watched golf. More accurately, I prostituted myself to the gods of celebrity consumerism. I am whom famous people chose to hate. I feed the paperazzi. I went only to see Samuel L Jackson. And Jodie Kidd. But golf estates are nice - they have grass and they have trees. It's all so pretty. Pity about the game.
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