Did you know that there are people writing for something called "The Someday Not To Be Printed On Actual Paper The New York Times" that are actually nibbling at the little toe of logic?
No?
Oh right! You've been too busy staring at digital representations of your niece for the last four months to keep up with the news. I understand. And yes, I do think she is quite possibly the cutest baby, or thing in general, that I have ever seen. It's clear that she loves you too. That's great. No, really ... I think it's great. She really is cute. No. I'm not being sarcastic. Honest. Okay good. Can I get back to my life now?
As I was typing ... This newspaper thing is pretty cool. Although I don't know why they call it a newspaper since it's all right here on my compuuuuuuuuuuuter screen. Even yesterday's edition is there. And the day before. All for free. Oh, the glory of free enterprise.
Anyway ... Will you stop interrupting me? God! That's so freeeeeeaaaaaaking annoying when you do that.
Hmmmmmmppphhhhh. Anyway. Today I read this and maybe you should too. If you are a big smarty pants and you already knew that 5% of people were crazy, I am sorry I wasted your time. For the record I thought I read once that Jung said that 60% of people were crazy and that it was the 40% of us in the middle of various extremes that were actually keeping the proverbial ship on course. I have no idea if thats true though because I lost my copy of whatever Jung book I half read in something called "The Day My Apartment Caught On Fire" and because I am too self absorbed to start "googling" search terms like: "Carl Jung theory stability civilization" just so that I can provide you with some semblance of journalistic accuracy. If you wanted that, you'd probably be reading NBC.com instead.
In related news, I finally hit all four VB Transfers on Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 2. Which is, of course, totally freaking awesome for about four seconds. Directly followed by about two hours of wondering just what in the hell you're doing with your life. Which is then followed by about six days of wondering why you can't just enjoy a little bit of mindless fun without being reminded that you may or may not be on the fast track to either paralyzing episodes of self defeatism or a fully realized existence that you never got to enjoy because you were too busy worrying if what you just did would be followed by about six days of wondering why you can't just enjoy a little bit of mindless fun without being reminded that you may or may not be on the fast track to either paralyzing episodes of self defeatism or a fully realized existence that you never got to enjoy because you were too busy worrying if what you just did would be followed by about six days of wondering why you can't just enjoy a little bit of mindless fun without being reminded that you may or may not be on the fast track to either paralyzing episodes of self defeatism or a fully realized existence that you never got to enjoy because you were too busy worrying if what you just did would be followed by about six days of wondering why you can't just enjoy a little bit of mindless fun without being reminded that you may or may not be on the fast track to either paralyzing episodes of self defeatism or a fully realized existence that you never got to enjoy because you were too busy worrying if what you just did would be followed by about six days of wondering why you can't just enjoy a little bit of mindless fun without being reminded that you may or may not be on the fast track to either paralyzing episodes of self defeatism or a fully realized existence that you never got to enjoy because you were too busy worrying if what you just did would be followed by about six days of wondering why you can't just enjoy a little bit of mindless fun without being reminded that you may or may not be on the fast track to either paralyzing episodes of self defeatism or a fully realized existence that you never got to enjoy because you were too busy worrying if what you just did would be followed by about six days of wondering why you can't just enjoy a little bit of mindless fun without being reminded that you may or may not be on the fast track to either paralyzing episodes of self defeatism or a fully realized existence that you never got to enjoy because you were too busy worrying if what you just did would be followed by about six days of wondering why you can't just enjoy a little bit of mindless fun without being reminded that you may or may not be on the fast track to either paralyzing episodes of self defeatism or a fully realized existence that you never got to enjoy because you were too busy worrying if what you just did would be followed by about six days of wondering why you can't just enjoy a little bit of mindless fun without being reminded that you may or may not be on the fast track to either paralyzing episodes of self defeatism or a fully realized existence that you never got to enjoy because you were too busy worrying if what you just did would be followed by about six days of wondering why you can't just enjoy a little bit of mindless fun without being reminded that you may or may not be on the fast track to either paralyzing episodes of self defeatism or a fully realized existence that you never got to enjoy because you were too busy worrying if what you just did woucdfjsahldkjfgshlfgndfhdf;hjd;klgjsg;afuge;fldsugrdsjf;dsha;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
Anyone need anything from the Bodega? I'm gonna go take a walk.
M
P.S. Tonight I am playing Vanessa Bley's bass lines at a place called Cameo.
P.P.S. We go on at 8pm.
P.P.P.S. If you don't know where Cameo is, you should venture outside of the East Village once in a while.
P.P.P.P.S. Jerk.
Hey
ReplyDeleteRemember when I was going to buy that guy's 6-pack of beer, and you said "just let him be a man" and I stuck my tongue out and said "ppggpghaghhghghtttth"
what did you mean by that, exactly?