This would normally be a case for my “remains of the day”, but it’s such an unbelievable piece, I can’t just stick it in there. What I’m talking about is basically a stranger asking some blogger with the name of Nate, if he could write a paper for her. On Hinduism. Until the next day. For money. He does it, and subsequently makes sure her academic career is over. Go and read the whole account here.
I don’t know exactly how I feel about that, and I’ve got the feeling Nate doesn’t either. Well, apart from it being the most cruel practical joke to date, it’s also one hell of a reminder: Don’t fucking plagiarize. It’ll make you a bad academic, it’ll piss everyone off who does their own research and it’s something you can’t erase from your record. Like that one letter people tend to send to attrition.org, asking them to hack into a Hotmail account. And if you do have to plagiarize, please don’t use the Internet. Get a damn book nobody has ever heard of, and copy that. But not the Internet.
Monthly Archive for March, 2005
Well, Easter is over, and my body is now nearing the shape of a barrel. So what. It’s time for me to make some regular updates now; I gathered that from the fact that the only people commenting my entries right now all have the name “phentermine” and somehow think I’m in need of consolidation advice. Well, they’re right, but that’s no way to approach the subject, so please quit it.
I’ve prepared a few photos from the easter orgy, and due to the fact that some people may still access this site via dial-up, I’ll show them after the jump (which is cool Internet lingo and means, please click that one link saying you should click it if you want to read on).
Well, Thursday was the traditional spinach, fried eggs and potatoes dinner. Yesterday was the traditional fish-dinner, with heaps of salmon from the beautiful rivers of Sweden, because as you know you shouldn’t have any meat on Good Friday, thus we all consumed a shitload of fish to compensate. Today the coast is clear for meat again, but before we embark on a journey into the most manifold variations of cold meat during dinner time, we’ll have a nice soup with dumplings for lunch. Traditional of course. Well, and tomorrow, there’ll be the breakfast of breakfasts, with slabs of meat, sausages, eggs, bread in various shapes and of course little baked cookies in the shape of easter-eggs decorated with multi-colored sugar-coatings in honour of our Dear Lord whose death only prevented us from rotting in the sulfuric pits of hell. Since it was Jesus who made all that possible, we’ll doubly celebrate him tomorrow by frying a lamb the size of Liechtenstein for hours on end, inviting our dearest friends, and consuming it all within a burping and lip-smacking twenty minutes. Ahh, how I love being a catholic.
Upon listening to a mashup which included an Elvis Presley song called “Crying in the Chapel”, I suddenly was reminded of little ampules filled with powders and a little instrument with which to extract tiny little bits of these powders in order to mix them up. It then dawned on me that I had been listening to that exact song one Christmas Day in the morning, during a time when I was I big Elvis fan, and for Christmas had gotten an Elvis tape and a chemistry set. And sitting there listening to that tape, I was brewing together hydrochlorid acid, because I had read in the manual that it was the most dangerous of experiments I could try. Isn’t it funny how little things like that stick with you for ages, but you can’t remember more than two names of the people you attended school with over the course of a whole goddamn year?
Last night, the built in spam protection in Wordpress fended off about 200 attempts to spam my comments. They all safely landed in my moderation queue, the only downside was that I had to delete them all manually. But hats off to that spam detector!
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