Ghost Me
Beckett finally settled down in Paris in 1937. Shortly thereafter,
he was stabbed in the street by a man who had approached him asking
for money. He would learn later, in the hospital, that he had a
perforated lung. After his recovery, he went to visit his assailant in
prison. When asked why he had attacked Beckett, the prisoner replied
“Je ne sais pas, Monsieur”, a phrase hauntingly reminiscent of some of
the lost and confused souls that would populate the writer’s later
works.
I swear to God, If I could be one tenth of what Samuel
Beckett was I could die a happy man.
Changing the Fish Tank Water must frighten my fish. A huge
tube sucks out all the water you live in and scrapes around in the
blue gravel. It’s got to be equivalent to a 5 on the
Fujita Scale of Tornado Intensity.
You’ll notice my unworthy praise to Beckett in the Upper Right Hand
Corner.
Did you know Dukes has Quesadilla’s? They look pretty tasty, well,
tasty to people who enjoy food.
Today’s Featured Item:
I found this on Amazon.com weeks ago in my daily rummaging and it
has haunted my dreams ever since that day.
I thought of buying it for someone I know (Yes, I know Someone),
but realized that would be the equivalent of handing over my immortal
soul to Satan himself.
Maybe someday they will come out with a version of The Lord of
the Rings that is Narrated by James Earl Jones – That would be Hot
because James Earl Jones is James Earl Jones. Plus, he would be
reading The Lord of the Rings.
Oh, on a side note, that David Bowie CD is under 8 bucks.
Alright you sack-fed muck wompets, here is what you came for – the
hilarious or frightening picture of the day:
This is Funny Because:
a) Slimer is drinking
b) Slimer is vomiting
c) Slimer is vomiting on another person
d) The vomitee is wearing Abercrombie and Fitch (presumably)
e) Frat Boys getting vomited on is Hilarious. You know it, I know
it, and the American people know it.
Ray Stantz: You know, it just occurred to me that
we really haven’t had a successful test of this equipment.
Egon Spengler: I blame myself.
Peter Venkman: So do I.
Ray Stantz: Well, no sense in worrying about it now.
Peter Venkman: Why worry? Each one of us is carrying an unlicensed
nuclear accelerator on his back.
Rest In Peace Bill Murray. He’s not dead? What?
Dammit people, keep me informed.
I have fond memories of watching Bill Murray in
Ghostbusters.