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Hurray For The Goddamned Idiot!
People are coincidental and should not be construed.
(Try not to break the law.)
I should get “Not So Terrific” tattooed on my arm.
This is, like, another one of my half-baked philosophies. The first duty of everybody in life is to realize that they’re a piece of shit. They’re selfish, they’re self-centered, they’re not very good. And that you’re willing to sacrifice 20,000 people in another country just so that you can, uh, go to, uh, a Wings concert. You’ve sacrificed the lives of 100,000 Chinese, uh, female babies just so you can rent this fuckin’ camera and do your stupid art project. No problem! You’re a piece of shit. Once you realize you’re a piece of shit, it’s not so hard to take. Because then you don’t have this feeling that, uh, you’re a good person all the time. And let me tell you something, feeling that you’re a good person all the time is like having a brand new car with no scratches on it: its a real responsibility, which is almost impossible to live up to. Being a piece of shit and then occasionally doing something that’s r—that’s good and true is a much easier place to be. I think that’s really important, and I’ve always tried to raise my kids to understand that they’re not that terrific, and that not being that terrific, that’s okay, ‘cause most people that say they are terrific—Bill Clinton, Cardinal Egan, anybody you want to talk about—they’re not so terrific. Martha Stewart! They’re not so fuckin’ terrific either, and there’s no—nothing wrong with being not so terrific, y’know. In fact it’s what the whole ballgame is about, is about being not so terrific, and accepting it.
—Kenny Shopsin in I Like Killing Flies
Any time you complain about “bad customer service,” you immediately become this guy to me:
A little powerup for ya on a Tuesday morning.
Via Go Time!, again.
Jeff Skunk Baxter in purple velvet pants, David Palmer looking utterly useless*, Fagen tossing his hair, and Bill Cosby. Oh, the Seventies.
Via Go Time!
Via Go Time!
“Crosseyed & Painless” - Talking Heads, 1979
Guess this is from the new Chronology DVD. Guess I’m going to have to get that. Incredible. Via Dangerous Minds.
if you never “got” the Talking Heads, this will blow your mind
if you’ve always loved the Talking Heads, this will blow your mind
one of the great opening lines too: Lost my shape, trying to act casual
Buying this. Now.
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