25 July 2009

brain failure

OK. I's back, I also seem to have another "follower." You'll regret it, you know...

So:

Are you disappointed the Apocalypse hasn’t arrived? I am devastated. I was really hoping to live in paradise and own a pet panda. However, I do live in a Japanese garden with a Bengal tiger, a friendly child, and wicker basket with grapes the size of my head. I hope it lasts forever.
First of all, it's a nice little article on a familiar subject but it does contain some spiffy turns of phrase which I found, for want of a better description, whimsical.

Second: isn't it just the greatest achievement of the international internettery that someone can run a site called Failure. And people can visit it and, like, link to it and go "way-hey." I quite liked the section headings, particularly "beyond help".

Actually, I think that's the first time I've ever gone "way hey" and, reflecting for the fleetingest moment on it, I think I'll make it the last.

Unless it somehow gets stuck inside my head, like so much other rubbish.

5 comments:

Ann oDyne said...

oh hai.

followed link. skimmed the survivor I'm Perfect,Your Doomed, and zoomed into the book review Worst Band Name EVER.
"While it takes a while for him to get there, Bull eventually gets around to revealing the
Best … Band … Names … Ever— a list that includes
Nine Inch Nails,
Dearly Beheaded, Free Beer and
I Spit on Your Gravy.
Notably, Judas Priest is listed twice—perhaps Bull’s way of indicating that, in his mind, Priest is the single best band name in music history."


so Thanks.

phil said...

Yes, is good.

Lad Litter said...

They're always very polite, Jehovah's Witnesses. Just not to their children.

phil said...

Perhaps polite, but dastardly?

Bwca Brownie said...

Reeling & Writhing has a meme of 3 things in fiction that are true.
These are my 3:
If you had a million years to do it in, you couldn't rub out even half the 'Fuck you' signs in the world. It's impossible.
J.D.Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, Holden Caulfield.

There are just some kind of men who - who're so busy worrying about the next world they've never learned to live in this one,
and you can look down the street and see the results.

Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird, Maudie Atkinson.

Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.
Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep, Philip Marlowe.

just sharing cos I am so wonderful.
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