Slowly Going Bald
"Look, we're gonna spend half the night driving around the Hills looking for this one party, and you're gonna say it sucks, and we're all gonna leave and we're gonna go look for this other party. But all the parties and all the bars, they all suck. I spend half the night talking to some girl who's looking around the room to see if there's someone who's more important she should be talking to, and it's like I'm supposed to be all happy 'cause she's wearing a backpack."
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
4 Comments:
One of the funnier one's you've written so far.
"and then passed out in catatonic bliss, presumably to comatose dreams of the latest YM issue, geography homework, and text-messaging guys named Devon"
"Film students could probably have made the same film, albeit with a suicide and references to love’s futility"
Hi-larious.
By 
Sarah, at
1:47 PM, July 19, 2005
Thanks, kid.
I spent the day creating ultimate fireball.
By Dan Carlson, at
1:54 PM, July 19, 2005
Couldn't agree more, although the part that got me was the description of what really happens to a dead penguin. Who needs euphemisms anyway?
By Cody, at
3:41 PM, July 21, 2005
Very funny, but mostly informative. Now I know what to do if Amanda needs her cute fix. I guess I'm in love, because I find it cute whenever she finds things cute. One time there was this commercial with babies playing with puppies who were chasing bunnies and it was narrarated by Jonathan Lipnicki. Her cute meter is how high her voice gets. Lets just say that the neighborhood dogs were unhappy.
By Kyle, at
12:52 AM, July 24, 2005
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...a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; of a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces....
O waste of loss, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this most weary unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?
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--Look Homeward, Angel
Conservatives are not necessarily stupid, but most stupid people are conservatives.
--John Stuart Mill
We have all read in scientific books, and indeed, in all romances, the story of the man who has forgotten his name. This man walks about the streets and can see and appreciate everything; only he cannot remember who he is. Well, every man is that man in the story. Every man has forgotten who he is. One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star. Thou shalt love the Lord thy God; but thou shalt not know thyself. We are all under the same mental calamity; we have all forgotten our names. We have all forgotten what we really are. All that we call common sense and rationality and practicality and positivism only means that for certain dead levels of our life we forget that we have forgotten. All that we call spirit and art and ecstasy only means that for one awful instant we remember that we forget.
--G.K. Chesterton
We were, for the briefest of moments, something greater than the sum of our uncertain parts; we were youth itself, in all its painful glory and sharp joy.
--August Van Zorn
--Stephen King
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--Francois Truffaut