Kissing Lenses

Pretention: Thy Name is Thoreau – Part 4: I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles

Two high fives in just a few seconds; one to do with the book and one not. We’re just delaying again, as Megan reaches for the green pen and begins jotting down notes in her notebook, already getting pretty full from the pearls of wisdom (!) from Thoreau that we’ve divulged into over these past few days.

“Ze Hauswarmen Ha ha ha!”, says Megan in a mock German/Russian accent. It’s a little difficult to pin down the exact region, so I don’t think I’ll make an attempt to save the emails I would get later concerning it. She then points out we have reached page 281 of this torture – sorry – epic. Yet, we still feel hundreds of pages away from the end, regardless of how many pages we are through. It really gets silly when Megan begins saying blah blah blah to a lot of the text. This [...] Continue Reading…

Pretention: Thy Name is Thoreau – Part 3: Monday Night Ant Fight!

Back for more? You’re far braver than both of us!

“I’m confused already. Now he has multiple personality syndrome. Hermit, poet, hermit, poet, hermit, poet”. I’m now silenced by Megan as she tries to figure out what he’s saying with some difficulty. Part of me feels like it’s going to be a long night. Little did I know… oh, just keep reading. I do love My Megan a lot, despite the fact that we can be so sensitive. She finally talks again, divulging that he is just talking to himself.

Oh dear. More talk of animals. I still feel bad after the woodchuck from yesterday so I feel that this page can essentially be replaced with a menu and no one would know the difference. Also, red ants and black ants are apparently at war too, which means he has to divulge into a full convoluted explanation of what this all means. You [...] Continue Reading…

Pretention: Thy Name is Thoreau – Part 2: Woodchucks

Megan is back to work again with the next part of our amazing saga on Walden, immediately starting proceedings with “Sounds like pretty stuff, racism and stuff I don’t care about”. Followed by a conclusion; her favourite part, she says.

Today’s colours of choice: Pink and Lime Green (hard to read, but we don’t care. It’s her work, damn it!)

The opening paragraph is immediately met with the overall theme for the rest of the chapter: “Sometimes I ramble to -” *falls asleep*. Chuckles ensue before an adjustment of the shiny, purple lamp to envelop the page with piercing light. It burns. Silly Megan… A click of the pen begins the endeavours into pure dicking around that is Thoreau. Page one; one whole paragraph: Trees. Yes. Trees. A full description of trees. We already feel like we are getting stupider and stupider by simply picking this apart, so the subject changes, aptly, [...] Continue Reading…

Pretention: Thy Name is Thoreau – Part 1: “Coloured pens and highlighters…”

My girlfriend has recently decided to take up an interesting new hobby for herself: actually doing homework. Rather than let us both suffer in silence from the pain that is “Walden”, we have both decided it be far more productive to let you have a little glimpse into our lives with bits of comedy gold. Take it away, Megan, with your sarcasm…

“Damn stupid glare on my skin. I look like a freaking vampire”, she says as she adjusts the light for the Skype feed before reaching for objects on the desk in front of her. “Coloured pens, highlighters…” (yellow, quotes. Orange, further research). Megan is always a big fan of weird school stationary. We love ourselves colourful Excel spreadsheets with schedules and numbers; we love numbers.

She opens her notebook to her pages of notes and reaches for the book that will make Megan a bitch for the next few [...] Continue Reading…