I am a quitter. It's a fact. When
situations graduate to a certain level of difficulty, I tend to
convince myself that they weren't that terribly important to me in
the first place. It just seems easier to feign an initial lack of
conviction than it does to be steadfast in the face of mounting
adversity. It's a character flaw, I know. It's also the main tenet of
hipsterdom: The importance of NOT being earnest.
Showing posts with label Comedy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Comedy. Show all posts
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Friday, November 9, 2012
Enchantment Under The Sea
I smoke. I am a smoker. On more than one occasion, I have been known to lift a cigarette to my lips and set the end of it alight, setting off a chain reaction of events that placate and elevate certain synapses within my brain while soundly and certainly destroying other delicate tissues within my body. The knowledge of this slow and willful series of assaults that I commit against myself will, in turn, churn up a murky cocktail of guilt and panic and rounded out by a splash of smug defiance- always, always, always leading to the next cigarette.
Monday, November 5, 2012
Friday, October 26, 2012
Pitt Pong
In case you were wondering what would happen if Meet Joe Black was a physical comedy. Or you were wondering the sort of thing that makes me laugh until I cry.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Friday, October 19, 2012
There's What's Right, and There's What's Right...
Nicolas Cage is the star of one of my favorite movies of all time. In Raising Arizona, he played H.I. McDunough, a career criminal who seesawed hilariously between "recidivism" and the pressure from his new wife to settle down. Cage's quirks were perfectly suited to the Coen Brothers' offbeat humor and it seemed like he would have been poised to become a formidable movie star. And he was. For a while. Sort of.
Friday, September 28, 2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
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