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
Tokyo Plastic 2.0h!

I love free speech. Talk to me.


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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

Atom Feed me, Seymour

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Monday, May 10

The Office and David Carradine

"Nothing kills a blog faster than full-time employment" ~ gapingvoid

With all due respect, Hugh, I'd like to completely and totally disagree with you. In my recent experience, nothing kills a blog faster than not being employed full-time, being surrounded by the white noise of a colleague on the phone, being surrounded by cornflower-blue cubicle walls. Nothing kills a blog faster than not posting the thoughts that ran through your mind at the latest inane department meeting, which run the gamut from wondering why your colleague's stomach keeps rumbling in such a disturbing manner at regular intervals, to seriously considering jumping on the conference table, pulling down your pants and proclaiming, arms flung wide, "I AM A FUCKING GENIUS".

I need the email from my superiors that manages to contradict itself three times without violently imploding, the colleague who cannot order plain white dividers without three conversations about it, and an email confirmation, I need the arbitrary allocation of the employee of the month award, based upon whom is most likely to sue the company this time around.

My mind absorbs these situations through osmosis, and free associates through a universe of topics, quotes and quips. Resulting in smart-alecky posts like this one.

Dissecting The Grind into little slimy giblets of comedy is my kung fu.

And it is strong.