An Englishman in New England

An Englishman in New England

Work like no-one's watching, dance like you don't need the money, and hurt like you've never been loved.

All About The Englishman


Be informed
Be entertained
Be perverted
Confess, sinner
Things fall apart. The center cannot hold.
Change your perceptions. They're lame.
I have a dream.
I am Jack's imaginary friend
Don't think. Just Grow.
For all your multimedia needs
Rehabilitating Mr. Wiggles
Filthy Lies
Hey! You make me throw up a little!
The Framley Examiner Personals
From the creator of 'Grow'
Fura Neko games!
This man is everything I hope to be, artistically
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Belle De Jour
C h a p e l . P e r i l o u s
Another Girl, Another Planet
Robber Rabbit

currently. . .

[Playing] Oh, holy Halo 2, Xbox
[Reading] War of the Worlds
[Songs of the Moment] Freelove Freeway, Ricky Gervais/David Brent & Noel Gallagher (The Office), Let Me Love You, Mario
[Movie(s) of the Moment] Before Sunset

highlight reel

Pussy Perspectives
The Laid List
Liquored Up and Lookin' Fer Pussy
Orphan Rampage
The Office and David Carradine
Urkel's Calling
A Wee Turtle's Head
Non-Event Horizon
The Illusion of Time
Born To Run
Bush Humor
Fiendster: The Anti-Friendster
Crusoe and the INS
Peak Oil
Smile for me, Mona
Spin the bullet bachelor party
Spin the bullet part II
Heaven and Home
Heal the world

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Thursday, March 18

Surgical Strikes

M is from the Midwest, and one of the things I find fascinating about her and her people is their ability to cut through the bullshit with an amazing economy of words.

Usually my bullshit. She usually cuts through my bullshit with an amazing economy of words.

I picture her in my mind as a towering authoritarian figure to whom I am meekly presenting a thesis, timdly laying out pages of carefully-prepared graphs and statistics on the desk. I conclude my presentation and stand there expectantly awaiting a response, before gaping in horror as this burly figure takes an arm the size of a tree trunk and dismissively sweeps the offending scraps of paper into oblivion.

But this time around, she wasn't slicing through my waffling rhetoric - we were discussing the current furor over homosexuality in the news, and she said (in an amazing economy of words) something that cut through the bullshit.

"Regardless of your stance on the topic, in 40 years time, we will look back on this as the civil rights movement of our generation."

That was it. In less than 25 words, she basically resolved an argument that people are furiously writing books about. For me at least. She made me realize that the only reason one could be in opposition of Equality is if they fear it, and the loss of priviledge it demands. *speaking of which. . .*

So I guess the question people on both sides should be asking themselves is this: Given the inevitability of equal rights, what would you like to tell your children you fought for in 40 years' time?

People are people.