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Three random thoughts that ambled through the wonderchickensian mind this evening, ideas that to be honest I'm just too damn lazy to flesh out into real posts. Quality is therefore not assured.

1) How much do I hate that everytime someone mentions a goddamn book, they have to link to Amazon?† When did a glorified shopping mall become the primary maypole around which our discussion of books must dance? (I tried to like allconsuming.net, but it gives me indigestion.)

2) 8 Mile = Quadrophenia strained through a Rocky Balboa cheesecloth.

3) Before radio and television, we are told, people entertained one another - told stories, sang, did little skits, whatever. Nearly a century of the glass teat and all that, electronic opiate of the masses, yadda yadda, passes. Us bloggy types are just returning to a long-lost tradition of making our own damn entertainment for each other, thank you very much, just amped-up, sped-up and woven from a spectrum of sources so kaleidoscopic as to blow the muttonchopped or maidenly minds of our forebears.

And, for a limited time only, a special bonus thought, free with every purchase : reading a Kerouac biography the last few days - 'Subterranean Kerouac' (and no, I'm not going to link to the thrice-cursed Amazon page for it) - I found myself wondering how those Beat types found any time to actually write when they were so busy sucking each other's dicks all the damn time. Crikey.

† the answer, of course, is 'one hell of a lot'.