"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."
In order to fulfill the legal requirements of my gender and continue enjoying all the rights and benefits thereof, I am hereby required to reinforce my male status, the neglect of which could result in a temporary or permanent loss of aforementioned privileges:
I will pass that on to the boys. Your membership should be safe for another month. Good to have you back on solid ground.
By 
Master Baron Von Tuckenstein the First Esquire, at
8:15 AM, October 22, 2005
You know, dudes don't own clichés, stupid people do. Of course, when your team is in the World Series, it's hard not to revert to cliché and drooling. Go 'Stros! Bee-lieve!
By Kyle, at
10:46 AM, October 22, 2005
Well, kiddo... you're doing rather well, I think
So I'm scanning this little blog of yours and a trend becomes clear. I think you might appreciate My Left Wing. Go check it out. If you like it, let me know, I'd love to see you crosspost some of your film reviews -- maybe the stuff you don't get to post at Pajiba 'cause Jeremy and Dustin had dibs.
Also, would you like to be on MLW's blogroll? Pajiba is already there, in the Interesting Sites section (the vast majority on my roll are left wing, politically oriented sites, natch -- but I couldn't resist creating a catch-all section for sites I enjoy that aren't necessarily All Liberal, All the Time.
Lemme know.
MSOC
By Maryscott OConnor, at
8:39 AM, October 23, 2005
You can't script October is the best tag basball has ever had!
By 
, at
2:16 PM, October 27, 2005
...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?
O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.
--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
Film lovers are sick people.
--Francois Truffaut
