How can it be true that the word atheist can be considered too offensive for a car number place? How can anyone justify that? The retrograde push in liberalism, science and popular politics in America is really beginning to alarm me.
Every day I get more and more aware that when I go to bed there are never any English webloggers left on AIM. In fact there are seldom any East Coast Americans left either. They’re either out for the night or fast asleep. I’m left with the San Franciscans and the Los Angelenes…
My favourite suggestion of the day so far comes via brainsluice (again) and is based around me using this banner and my Barbelith Paypal donations scheme to fund not only my own colonic irrigation – but perhaps also the rest of my life… I’m as yet unconvinced by the idea of the sponsored defudging – but I’m open to persuasion. No jokes, please.
I think I’ll post one thing today that’s not related to colonic irrigation. Just the one. Then we can all go on with the poo-fest. Today’s game of the day is Make your own mugshot – if you fancy seeing my deluded self impression of myself (it’s terrible – I look ten years younger, three stone lighter and much more like David Bowie than is actually the case) then just do a search for a face named ‘Tom Coates’. My version of Davo has already inspired pointing and laughing from the Brit-bloggers, so maybe I’m just no good at it. If you feel like doing a version of me (or yourself), then please feel free! I’ll mention the best ones on the site…
From the amount of links that my thoughts of colonic irrigation have generated around the net – each one basically amounting to a tacit or explicit do it – I can only assume that either you’re all really curious as well or that you think I’m full of crap. The whole High Colonic thing is clearly not just a matter of interest to me. Davo remains appalled by the idea, but Meg and Paul both seemed kind of excited when we talked about it at Meg’s birthday. Be warned, there’s a practitioner just down the road from me in St. John’s Wood. This may actually happen.
I went to a drink for Meg’s birthday last night and Davo took lots of pictures – and I look kind of crumpled in most of them. A good evening was had by most, except those poor individuals who had to listen to Luke and I argue about how to run Barbelith for about three hours…
“Speaking of happiness, you never thought of mine…. Mentioning loneliness, I feel lonely all the time…. Speaking of Davo, he’s in a Noozlelandish magazine…”
Ever since I read that Matt Damon and Ben Affleck indulged in anal action (I think it was when I was working at TCN), I’ve been fascinated by the spectre of colonic irrigation. I remember that scene in LA Story well – “Doesn’t it just clear our your mind?” bounces the hippy Californian. “Are you sure they put it in the right end?” asks the cynical Steve Martin.
For a while now it seems my flatmate has been thinking about the idea too and so I suggested with a smile that we go together – experience the thrill of a clean inner butt. However somehow she’s always been horrified by the idea of being in a clinic next to each other, with a pipe up our arses, listening to each other crap. I can’t quite understand why. Anyway – last night she returned home with news of an article she’d read which finally converted her – in the article a reporter and her photographer went to have extensive and rigorous internal cleaning. When the photographer heard a clunk in a bucket he knew it could only be one thing – the marble he’d swallowed twenty years earlier…
Today I see that Darren has linked to the article in question and now I’m back to being fascinated and appalled by the idea. What do you think? Should I do it? Full details would of course be posted on plasticbag.org.
There are times when I honestly believe that to find out about my life you’d be better reading Brainsluice.
