I tell you why the goat is grumpyYou may never find out. Ask the monsters - I am just quoting.
The real topic of today is a new concept in literature review: the lightening review. How few words can I use to describe the pile of birthday books I have recently inhaled.
- Unusually lacking subtlety - feels like the goodbye Discworld book.
- Sadly lacking in pigs, approximately 3% of the chuckle of, say, Empress of Blandings.
- Fun to play spot the pollie - Canberra must be chockers with narcissistic maniacs trying to resist the temptation to reach for their libel lawyers.
- Romance and literary theory - in theory intoxicating, in practice somewhat tedious, possibly because it gave me flashbacks to hanging around semiotics lectures that I considered to be a pile of pigs earwax.*
- Fake bod for a day, destiny aware teenagers, smite protection, terrific and joyous.
- History at its least stuffy - who knew the Iron Age was so interesting. I am only up to the fall of the Romans so a lot of kingery to come, I assume.
"There must be grumpy goats out of here...", another mote drifts by and that is it for the day.
* Did I ever tell you about the time, quite early in my career when I attended a work function with a senior manager held by some clients? Well, there we were, drinking our "cocktails" (= indifferent wine in nasty glasses), and, during a lull in conversation, I decided to launch into a tirade on the utter pointlessness of studying literary theory in academia, the drain on the world's resources, etc - full rant, 5 minutes worth. Then my esteemed senior manager turned to me and said, "Did you know what I did my PhD thesis in?"
You don't need one to guess, do you people?