Leni
I’m jealous of your accent.
Can we swap?
Is swap Australian for….OH you mean swap accents.
Eh you don’t want mine.
ZING!
Hi! My name is Daniel.
I love "The Sound of Music." Really. I love everything about it. Except Rolf, of course. If you like Rolf, I probably don't much care for you. Just a warning.
Nobody points a gun at Christopher Plummer and gets away with it.
"When asked on his deathbed by a priest to renounce the devil and turn to God, he is alleged to have replied, ‘Now is no time to be making new enemies.’ His last words are said to have been, ‘For God’s sake, let me die in peace.’"
Wikipedia, concerning Voltaire
(via thisorigamidream)
Mr. Noel “Patriotism” Purcell, ladies and gentlemen. Bravo. Bravo. Bravo.
Need I remind you that anonymity is not an excuse to act like those bigoted, ignorant, xenophobes who you criticize so often? You have the gall to aim an ethnic slur at an unsuspecting Pakistani (doing wonders for the people of that region’s perception about the world around them, no doubt) and then, in your very next post, label Rush Limbaugh as the “biggest dick of them all?”
I admire you Noel. You’re a good kid. But, be careful not to fall prey to the somewhat recent trend of using the internet, and the distance and anonymity it provides, as grounds to disregard the basic social behaviors that you would employ under any other circumstance. And, perhaps less importantly, don’t criticize the writer of a playbook directly after using one of his plays. It makes it far too easy to label you as a hypocrite.
I’m not trying to moralize. But, Jesus. Sand nigger? That was a person. You just metaphorically walked up to a person, listened to them introduce themselves as Pakistani, shouted an ethnic slur at them, and ran away. You’re better than that.
A man can only lay in bed naked and alone so many times before he begins to question things he once took as certain.
I’m doing everything wrong, arn’t I?
Oh holy fuck…
I have the earnest wish that the person who made this gets run over by a bus full of Nazis singing “Edelweiss.”
Personal Log for November 7th, 2009:
Today, I was reminded by a block of freedom that spanned a good twelve hours just how empty my life has become. There was nothing to do. No one to see. Nothing worth getting dressed up for. No one who wouldn’t have found a dozen roses oddly unnecessary should I have decided - on a whim - to show up at their door with them.
I moped around, really. I just kinda moseyed about the room carrying various dishes back and forth from my desk to the kitchen counter. Not even in a bad mood. Not noticeably upset or affected by anything at all.
Of course, I was happy when my Tar Heels defeated Duke’s sorry excuse for a football team. And, I was happy to see Jon Stewart’s hilarious mocking of Glenn Beck upon watching last night’s episode of The Daily Show. But, other than that, I barely used a facial muscle for anything other than chewing. No laughing. No frowning. No speaking.
That is, until a friend called me up and asked me to pick up some beer for them…
I obliged, naturally, and took the opportunity to buy me some Heineken! That’s where I am currently! You see that smile on my face!? That queer grin!? That’s a testament to the transformative power of alcohol! Positive transformation! Powerful, positive transformation! Prodigious, powerful, positive transformation! A transformation so powerful that, not only does it render the consumer just as jolly as a juiced-up jellyfish, but also bestows the bloke with an awe-inspiring, awesome aptitude for alliterations!
