Tuesday, April 25, 2006
(12:39 AM) | Anonymous:
Tuesday Hatred: The excellence of this play on words escapes most commentators
I fell off of my bike on Sunday and scraped my left elbow up something fierce. I hate that, but more than that, I hate that it's the second time this academic year that I've fallen off my bike and injured myself. Before that, I was worried that I wouldn't have adequate hate-material (and hated myself for it). It turns out, though, that it actually hasn't furnished that much in the way of things I hate, and that the abatement of my worry was perhaps premature. I hate the blitheness with which I assumed that I'd have plenty to hate on by now! I am by nature, after all, a loving, warm person, to whom all strongly negative feelings are alien.I hate Georg Friedrich Wilhelm Hegel. Writing less abstrusely might have killed him, but we're in a position to know that he died anyway.
I hate how few people expressed hatred last week. Don't you people realize that I judge myself on the basis of how many comments I get? Maybe I should say something inflammatory, like "Bitch Puchalsky". I hate that I apparently share a fondness for Tom Waits with an odious wretch whom I shall not name (NB this is not an attempt to increase comment-count by attracting his or her attention).
Unfortunately most of my hatred this week isn't very focused, so you'll just have to accept that I'm EXTREMELY HATEFUL right now, even if I can't precisely spell out just what the targets of that XXX_TR33m hatred are.
UPDATE (by AK): Now go love. NOW.
