Nasty, brutish, and short always reminds me of the Woody Allen line about "The food here is terrible. And the portions are too small."

My favourite Allen/philosophy joke is in Hannah and Her Sisters (I think), when someone's talking about Nietzsche's eternal return of the same, and Allen says "Great, that means I'll have to sit through the Ice Capades again."

But, Hobbes isn't cynical; he's a cute fluffy tiger who likes tuna fish sandwiches and tummy rubs!

Oh good, I'm not the only person who went there.

Yeah, the last brush I seriously had with studying philosophy was in college and the one thing I remember most clearly is that I rather violently though Locke was full of bullshit and Hobbes roasted him on a nice bonfire. Mind you, I don't remember enough to know why I came to that conclusion. For all I know, it could have been contrariness towards the sweet-as-pecan-pie-to-the-point-of-diabetes, optimistic mountain man of a professor.

I was a philosophy minor, but I have a shitty memory for names. I know that there are certain ways of thinking about stuff, but as for who came up with what, or when, I'm completely useless.

(But not quite as useless as I was the quarter I was taking Philosophy of Language. That course fucked me up almost worse than reading A Brief History of Time.)

Timelies all!

Went swimming today. Now my skin is itchy. Oh, well, there's always a drawback...

Bones: Have we ever heard of this boyfriend before? What good is killing someone we don't know?

Bones: Well, if they've never appeared, at least no one loses their job when the character dies.

Last night I started to preheat my oven before making a TV dinner. Then I changed my mind and ordered a pizza.

Guess what I found still set at 350 degrees when I got home?

That's right - the blender.

Um.

You know what I think tv needs more of? Series filmed in the desert.

Bones: does Angela have any defined ethnicity?