Brade Runner
The single most important discovery of the last two weeks is this: Cold
Weather necessitates TWO pairs of socks. Never before in my life have I been so
pleasantly surprised by such a simple notion.
You wouldn’t think 2mm of Wool could amount to a hill of beans against this
god damn-frickety-freezing weather, but you would be wrong. It’s not just beans,
its spaghettios. Or better yet, alphabet soup. I think I actually
maintained my core body temperature of 98.6 Degrees today. I feel like a new
man.
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Im surprised how many people are unaware of the actual location of the
french riviera.
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I’m thinking about getting a tattoo. Not one of those gay-ass butterflies, or
barbed wire armbands. Not even a gigantic american flag on my chest subtitled
“Bandwagon Patriot since 9-11.”
I’m thinking something more truthful, more meaningful, more exceptional. I’ve
already decided on Latin – but suggestions in that particular tongue are
appreciated.
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Deckard: She’s a replicant.
Eldon Tyrell: I’m impressed, Mr. Deckard. How many questions does it
normally take?
Deckard: I don’t get it…
Eldon Tyrell: How many?
Deckard: Twenty, thirty, cross-referenced.
Eldon Tyrell: But with Rachael it took more than a hundred.
Deckard: She doesn’t know.
Eldon Tyrell: She is beginning to suspect I think.
Deckard: Beginning to suspect? How can it not know what it is?
Eldon Tyrell: “More human than human” is our motto.
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I rarely continue beyond the movie quote, consider yourselves
blessed.
Read The Economist
Shun The Wall Street Journal
Read The Washington Post
Read the New York Times (With a Grain of Salt)
Shun Tucker (Fucker) Carlson
Listen to Elliot in the Morning
Live, Love and Eat.
-Wolfgang Puck (Only the Last Line)