Wow! Apparently there’s dissension among the ranks of the UK bloggers. Some people aren’t happy about it. Wow, I feel so out of the loop. On one hand I’m trapped in this UK/US blogging netherworld without a clique of my own to feel protective about. On the other hand, this bitchiness is sure fun to watch from a distance!
Author: Kris
Well, we finally managed to find some Dublin accommodation. It’s pricy… but the place looks really nice. I’m always torn between the student impulse to spend £14 for a cot in a room with 20 other people and the adult desire to have an en suite bath and full breakfast in the morning. What do you choose?
My University newspaper has a new column where a priest answers questions about Catholicism. This week’s entries are about holy water and pornography. Interesting.
(I think he left out a very important argument in his porn answer. The biggest objection I have to it is simply that by consuming it, you’re contributing to an industry that thrives on the degradation of women. Whether it’s morally right or not, you’re putting dollars in the pockets of rich old men and ensuring that further generations of women are forced into the sex industry to support themselves. There, that’s my rant for the day.)
Good God. Never ever try to book a spur-of-the-moment trip to Dublin. I can’t find a hotel room anywhere. Unless a miracle happens, we’re gonna end up sharing a dorm room with eighteen scruffy backpackers.
Okay, kids, you may have kicked my ass on the Miss America quiz, but how will you do on this one? It’s a lot harder. I got 14 out of 17, which I’m pretty proud of. On the 3 that I missed, I had the year right but got the wrong days. Go try and see how you do.
I just signed up for LinkLust, which aims to be a sort of “European Metafilter”, I guess. I know, I know… Like I need to spend more time on the Internet.
Rumors are a-flyin’ that another cull’s in the works for today. The only difference is, this time Snookums and I are hoping to get axed.
New Poll: That V.C. Andrews reference down below sent me on a total nostalgia trip. Did you ever read any of her books? Would you admit to it? Go vote and then read the rest of this post.
Okay, in case you’re wondering, V.C. Andrews wrote all these weird melodramatic serial novels generally about young women in incestuous circumstances. They were really popular in the 80’s, I swear. In junior high my group of girlfriends used to pass copies of them around until they were ragged. Apparently they’re such a publishing cash cow that even though the author died, her family have continued to publish new books under her name. They’ve all got lurid covers with a blond waif peeking out of a cutout on the front. No, I’m not proud of knowing this.