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In case the articles, essays and opinions throughtout this site just weren't enough for you, here's my online diary (a.k.a. 'blog'). It's as close as you'll come to the inside of my head, so don't say I didn't warn you
(and remember, you can always e-mail me if you love or loathe anything you're about to read)...


   Monday, May 08, 2006

   MY FRIENDS BRING THE FUNNY

An afternoon of e-nattering proves why I love my very sharp, very funny friends:

TREVOR [following much chatter about our Saturday night carousing]:
It it wrong that I'm listening to Madonna this early in the day? Much less at all?
JAMES A:
Yes, and, quite frankly, yes.
ME:
I went out for lunch, a walk in the sun and, as fate would have it, my Ipod shuffled around to "Cherish" -- that is one happy song, let me tell you.

I stopped by a store for a Snapple, cashed in that $35 million Super 7 ticket I bought last week and won! I'm a whole ten dollars richer and Madonna was playing the whole time.

So James, I'm sorry, but you're wrong.
JAMES A:
Ahhh... the leap of logic: Listening to Madonna makes the sun shine and money appear out of nowhere.

Scott, I have a lovely bridge to sell you....

P.S. At least you got out for lunch, I've been working on Excel spreadsheets all morning. Bleah.
ROBERT:
You're right -- Cherish is a sweet song, but "Runaway Lover" is vomit
inducing.
TREVOR:
I hate "Cherish." It's for simple-minded saps who think love is an unbridled
cornucopia of glee and frivolity, when in truth, its a miasma of pain,
agonizing self doubt and mind-bendingly awful delusions of completion that
will never be adequately fulfilled by anyone ever, and when you die alone
and unfulfilled in love, then you will realize that "Cherish" was all one big
ripoff, conning the naive idealistic pop romance brain-dead culture we exist
in.

But I DO like Material Girl.
ROBERT:
Okay, Morrissey.
ME:
Someone needs a hug...
TREVOR:
Shut up, slut.
JAMES A:
"miasma". Sounds like someone hasn't had any candy lately. And I sure as hell hope that I won't be thinking about that song on my death bed! Something from Mahler probably, but certainly not Madonna!

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    -- posted at 2:38 PM


Here is a conversation I imagine between these people:

J: Did you know that I, by far, have the supererior intelligence amongst those in this room?

T: I tend to disagree. Your contemplative cognition is a tad lacking

S: I read a book today!

J: Yes, but I'm an artist as well as a scholar! My brain weighs 14 lbs!

T: One would tend to surmise that the superior vocabulary on which I rely would surely show me to be the super-omniscient genius amongst this group of peons.

S: I like books.

And so the mantle of "Obnoxio" is passed on! The award goes to....

---TREVOR!

 
Now now, you're jumping in to insult a whole group of my other friends -- a sure candidate for the "Obnoxio" award, no?

Besides, Trevor is the one who finally sat the original down and gently told him what an insane angerball he'd become. Major backbone on that one and he deserves massive praise (Madonna issues notwithstanding).

 

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