It's good to see you, I must go, I know I look a fright Anyway my eyes are not accustomed to this light And my shoes are not accustomed to this hard concrete So I must go back to my room and make my day complete
Who's up for game two what to do my wallet's gettin thin and i just lost my watch last night well i gotta problem just one answer gotta throw it all down and kiss it goodbye Yeah! ... Who's up for game three i can barely see the bourbon drowning next to me And i just lost it all well there's a man sittin next to me Red, was smiling cause its funny i don't have no money tonight yeaaaaaaaahhhhhhh -Of a Revolution</font>
Today is the two year anniversary of the death of Hunter S. Thompson and amazing writer and journalist. Hunter’s work had a major influence on me and is one of the reasons why I got into journalism. I’d like to share three small quotes with you all. I’d like to think they represent the best of Hunter’s insight into politics, life and journalism.
“Well, you see, I… ah… well, I get a strange feeling, I… ah… I sit around here and I look at this place and I just want to get out, you know? I want to flee.”The Rum Diary; Hunter S. Thompson
“Christ, we can’t get away with calling him a pig-fucker,” the campaign manager protested. “Nobody’s going to believe a thing like that.” “I know” Johnson replied. “”But lets make the sonofabitch deny it.”Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72; Hunter S. Thompson
"Journalism is not a profession or a trade. It is a cheap catch-all for fuckoffs and misfits - a false doorway to the backside of life, a filthy piss-ridden little hole nailed off by the building inspector, but just deep enough for a wino to curl up from the sidewalk and masturbate like a chimp in a zoo-cage."Hunter Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Deirdre, Feel better sweetie, I love you very much. Alan, If you’re dead I want your stuff, who am I kidding what stuff? Carolina, Yes you’re very very old, but I promise not to put you in a retirement home for at least a weeks.
Sometimes you remember strange things when you’re up all night. And you feel a little strange, sort of like you’re someone else. It’s like waking up in the wrong shoes, except you’re not awake yet. Anyway today is the coldest day in two years, and just a few weeks ago it was sixty. This weather is stranger then my sleep cycle, what a shame. And since I’m up anyway I decided to make myself breakfast. I can’t cook but I remember I used to make a pretty good omelet. I used to know how to make an omelet with mushrooms, shredded cheddar diced ham maybe, all sorts of things. But that seems like a very long time ago and I can’t even picture a scenario in which I’d have the ingredients let alone the know-how to cook them properly. Instead I made a simple two egg omelet with a little bit of sliced ham. Half an hour has passed since I eat my creation and I show no signs of sickness. That’s about all I can say about breakfast. There was a time when I could cook eggs and make omelets but it’s starting to look like that wasn’t me either.
I was going to post this horrible story about a disease that makes your hair grow inward, into your brain and slowly drives you mad. I was calling it intracephalotrichosis (intra-cephalo-trichosis) kinda like an inverted Hypertrichosis (Werewolfism), but I lost interest in all that. I must be thinking about getting a haircut too much. Anyway I found this little gem and I thought I should share it with you all again.
Jerry the giraffe lived a merry life. His passive aggressive nature secured him a place in the barn right next to the dwarf with the squirrel tattoo. The dwarf, also named Jerry, was fond of the sauce and on occasion would hike up him pants and ride the giraffe around town. At which point Jerry the passive aggressive would use his camouflage reflex to turn into Dolly Parton.
My last pair of Mr. Pants, pants is starting to rip. Soon I will no longer be that guy with the big baggy pants. Enjoy my pants while you can people, for soon they will be… actually I have no idea what I’m doing then. Someone’s going to have to help me find more baggy pants or maybe I should were normal pants. Who wants me to wear normal pants?!
P.S. I love Deirdre. Oh so much. Oh so very, very much.
Read J. Kincaid book, write four article Four articles on separate New York Times pieces Write feature on John Manbeck(?) Do interview with Jenifer 8. Lee Do interview and write a feature on a published author, (Ashley’s Mother) Extended to 12/12/06 -------------------------------------- Five page MLA style paper on parenting and transgender Journal on Gaudi Afternoon, book and movie 800 word dialog between Aristotle, Judith Lorber, Dr. John Money, Bruce Reimer and Cassandra Reilly. -------------------------------------- Paper on Schizophrenia; expand to five pages Taken care of thank to Dee Dee --------------------------------------
