Category Errors
Colin Zeal knows the value of mass appeal,
He's a pedestrian walker, he's a civil talker,
He's an affable man, with a plausible plan,
Keeps his eye on the news, keeps his future in hand.
And then he -
Looks at his watch, he's on time, yet again!
He's so pleased with himself ...,
Blur, 'Colin Zeal'
Have done a number of web quizes lately. I taste like coffee, bitter but popular in the workplace, or almonds, sweet-scented but laced with cyanide. My hamster-equivalent is the Chinese Dwarf Hamster. I'd star in a romantic film - I respect myself far too much to be in a porno. My soul comes from the ocean. If I were in The Princess Bride, I'd be Westley. If I were a cocktail, I'd be a Tequila Sunrise. That's because my favourite things are games, music and friendship, and I'm gregarious, entertaining and popular. My self esteem is right in the middle, and I'm destined to have sex with Jude Law (there are certainly worse choices).
A while ago, people used to categorise themselves and others to work out their identities. These days, I think, categorisation is intended to mystify and subvert. Every person wants to be weighed down with as many prefixes and suffixes, as many occupations, talents and wacky traits as they can, all in order to disguise from the rest of the world their central, core, inevitable boringness. This is a harsh and unduly negative way of looking at things, I know. It's just sometimes how I feel. And this applies to me, as well. I feel burdened with too many mediocre gifts whilst lacking any that are truly significant. Today.
The title of this web-log has changed again. I got told by someone that the old name was their primary school motto, which gave it a rather banal odour. Not what I intended. I'm not sure I like the new title much, but at least I can be fairly sure that it's not anyone's primary school motto! The bird at the top is a kingfisher - my favourite kind of bird, and I think probably my favourite animal as a result. Look, bad ugly Entro likes cute birds!
Colin Zeal knows the value of mass appeal,
He's a pedestrian walker, he's a civil talker,
He's an affable man, with a plausible plan,
Keeps his eye on the news, keeps his future in hand.
And then he -
Looks at his watch, he's on time, yet again!
He's so pleased with himself ...,
Blur, 'Colin Zeal'
Have done a number of web quizes lately. I taste like coffee, bitter but popular in the workplace, or almonds, sweet-scented but laced with cyanide. My hamster-equivalent is the Chinese Dwarf Hamster. I'd star in a romantic film - I respect myself far too much to be in a porno. My soul comes from the ocean. If I were in The Princess Bride, I'd be Westley. If I were a cocktail, I'd be a Tequila Sunrise. That's because my favourite things are games, music and friendship, and I'm gregarious, entertaining and popular. My self esteem is right in the middle, and I'm destined to have sex with Jude Law (there are certainly worse choices).
A while ago, people used to categorise themselves and others to work out their identities. These days, I think, categorisation is intended to mystify and subvert. Every person wants to be weighed down with as many prefixes and suffixes, as many occupations, talents and wacky traits as they can, all in order to disguise from the rest of the world their central, core, inevitable boringness. This is a harsh and unduly negative way of looking at things, I know. It's just sometimes how I feel. And this applies to me, as well. I feel burdened with too many mediocre gifts whilst lacking any that are truly significant. Today.
The title of this web-log has changed again. I got told by someone that the old name was their primary school motto, which gave it a rather banal odour. Not what I intended. I'm not sure I like the new title much, but at least I can be fairly sure that it's not anyone's primary school motto! The bird at the top is a kingfisher - my favourite kind of bird, and I think probably my favourite animal as a result. Look, bad ugly Entro likes cute birds!
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