Love that last bit. Via one of my favorite sites, Passive-Agressive Notes.
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“Dayman, Dayman
Fighter of the Nightman,
Champion of the sun,
You’re a master of karate
And friendship for everyone!”
![Via thedailywhat:
Casey Weldon: Calvin and Hobbes.
From Gallery 1998’s upcoming “Beyond The Page” exhibit.
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Via thedailywhat:
Casey Weldon: Calvin and Hobbes.
From Gallery 1998’s upcoming “Beyond The Page” exhibit.
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Pale, nervous girls with black-rimmed glasses and blunt-cut hair lolled around on sofas, riffling Penguin Classics provocatively… But it wasn’t just intellectual experiences. They were peddling emotional ones, too. For fifty bucks, I learned, you could “relate without getting close.” For a hundred, a girl would lend you her Bartok records, have dinner, and then let you watch while she had an anxiety attack.
“Lacks Subtlety”
From The Illustrated Winespeak: Ronald Searle’s Wicked World of Winetasting, a collection of caricatures “satirising the jargon of the would-be wine connoisseur.” Via BibliOdyssey.
At least one way of measuring the freedom of any society is the amount of comedy that is permitted, and clearly a healthy society permits more satirical comment than a repressive, so that if comedy is to function in some way as a safety release then it must obviously deal with these taboo areas. This is part of the responsibility we accord our licensed jesters, that nothing be excused the searching light of comedy. If anything can survive the probe of humour it is clearly of value, and conversely all groups who claim immunity from laughter are claiming special privileges which should not be granted.
In that situation, alienated from my normal surroundings, I realized that the outer surface of what I thought was my unique, individual identity was just a set of routines. We all have an essential self, but if you spend every day chopping up meat on a slab, and selling it by the pound, soon you’ll find you’ve become a butcher. And if you don’t want to become a butcher (and why would you?), you’re going to have to cut right through to the bare bones of your own character in the hope of finding out who you really are. Which bloody hurts.
“A Lesson in Logic” from The Album of the Soundtrack of the Trailer of the Film of Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
