The Snippets of Doom
From the little brown notebook, a display of pleasantly beguiling stupidity.
February 27, 2005If birds could collect frequent flyer miles, they’d fly for free.
I wonder if those papers that spies have to eat after reading them come in flavors.
Teaching literature as part of a prescribed curriculum and mass-marketing religion are meaningless exercises for exactly the same reason.
Got a message in a fortune cookie today: “Live long and prosper.”
Whose Woods These Are…—a photo collection of celebrity cocks.
- What is the point of all this?
- What is the point of seeking the point of all this?
- Argh!
Corruption is power that neglects responsibility.
We are like moths but our fires burn brighter.
There’s something ironic about getting several fortune cookies with your dinner and having to pick one.
Today I put “Take the DVD back to the video store” as “Take the thingy to the whatchamacallit.” My eloquence is unsurpassed!
To compose: an Ode to Sausages
Like fat in a camel’s hump, maybe life is stored and slowly released in our bodies somewhere?
My fellow temp on the last day of assignment: “Too bad these headphones aren’t complimentary.”
Me: “We will make them complimentary.”
Yin and yang—the butch and the bitch.
My life is a poem in iambic pentameter.
Better living through Satanism.
[More inanity tomorrow.]
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