Romance, Nazi's and eye-patches

And I can't seem to find my own eye patch, which is a damn shame. For the red capilaries have marched across the whites of my eyes and have my blue grey iris in a stalingrad stranglehold, laying seige so they might penetrate the murkish moat waters and breach the black Keep of my pupil. Maybe

So yeah, saw a nazi film with my ladyfriend (Tip-all chicks dig nazi films) and it proved reasonably good. though the problem with a film about assassinating hitler is that you kind of know how it's going to end. Still, unbeknown to the world they managed to save his brain for putting into a robot and his left testicle (hence the song) so they might harvest his sperm, so with any luck some boys from brazil lead by tom cruise will get another wack at assassinating his ass. Along with walt Disney.

Let us not forget however that without hitler IBM would have been outta business, israle might not be around and of course we wouldn't have fanta!

In other news, after geting a shockingly bad mark for an essay, i've been pulling the finger out and doing a fair bit of studying, hitting the books like their all about the S&M. Apparently our ability to contextualise history has been compromised by the speed of our innovation, and that there is no future in post structural narratives due to their obession with pastiche and nostalgia.
Also, for the first time in like a billion years (5000 for young earthers) I've got the weekend off work, and already have had many exciting enticing and enterprising offers as how to spend it. almost all options will result in hangover.

Thought of the day-kafka kicks ass