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Apparently, Ash JUST figured out I don't like him. As in, within the last few hours. Apparently, insulting him to his face and calling him a catamite four or five times helped him piece it all together. Of course, he didn't know what a catamite is, which was all the better- while he was talking about "a good way- an artistic way- of drawing" Ged's katana, he had been called a pre-pubescent butt slave and passed it off like I'd said he was wearing clothes.
Ash- "I didn't get invited."
Dino- "You're a complete loser."
Me- "Yeah. And you didn't get invited, either."
He really likes the words "harsh" and "hardcore." I was reminded, speaking to him, of the episode of I Love Lucy where everyone has to take lessons to be refined. "There are two words you must strike from your vocabulary- one of them is 'swell,' the other one is 'lousy.'" "Well, what are they?" "Yeah, I want to hear the lousy one first." I heard that same conversation with "hardcore" and "harsh." Maybe Ash was unaware that these words left on the tails of Roo shoes and Crystal Pepsi. Unless you're a skate punk. Or somebody trying to be a skate punk.
Everytime he spoke, he reminded me of how irrita-- by the way, if I see one more commercial for construction tools that claim they would have fixed the Leaning Tower of Pisa, I'm going to flip. But yeah- apparently, he has gotten no better. In fact, now that he's had his two years in college, he'd likely claim to be the smartest man on Earth who also blushes constantly.
I've said before, the worst sin a human can commit is bad faith. I believe that a lie told to one's self is the cause of any given problem. It's why we have money, and why Crowley's oft-misinterpreted "Do as thou wilt" is so oft-interpreted. In this vision, then, Ash is a great sinner. He claims to be an artist, and to be wise and smart and at peace. However, when you speak like a wine taster (and a bad wine taster) to a bunch of 17 and 18 year old upper-middle class Iowans about BREAD... I don't know. Something is wrong there. You don't talk about honey-wheat bread's "bouquet." And yes, I heard it.
So yeah. I have to get to sleep. I'm talking to the body guy tomorrow, about Mithras, and possibly going down to a junkyard for parts. I mean, hey, it's up to $150-something off the bill. And I get to muck it! Whoo!
-N
Ash- "I didn't get invited."
Dino- "You're a complete loser."
Me- "Yeah. And you didn't get invited, either."
He really likes the words "harsh" and "hardcore." I was reminded, speaking to him, of the episode of I Love Lucy where everyone has to take lessons to be refined. "There are two words you must strike from your vocabulary- one of them is 'swell,' the other one is 'lousy.'" "Well, what are they?" "Yeah, I want to hear the lousy one first." I heard that same conversation with "hardcore" and "harsh." Maybe Ash was unaware that these words left on the tails of Roo shoes and Crystal Pepsi. Unless you're a skate punk. Or somebody trying to be a skate punk.
Everytime he spoke, he reminded me of how irrita-- by the way, if I see one more commercial for construction tools that claim they would have fixed the Leaning Tower of Pisa, I'm going to flip. But yeah- apparently, he has gotten no better. In fact, now that he's had his two years in college, he'd likely claim to be the smartest man on Earth who also blushes constantly.
I've said before, the worst sin a human can commit is bad faith. I believe that a lie told to one's self is the cause of any given problem. It's why we have money, and why Crowley's oft-misinterpreted "Do as thou wilt" is so oft-interpreted. In this vision, then, Ash is a great sinner. He claims to be an artist, and to be wise and smart and at peace. However, when you speak like a wine taster (and a bad wine taster) to a bunch of 17 and 18 year old upper-middle class Iowans about BREAD... I don't know. Something is wrong there. You don't talk about honey-wheat bread's "bouquet." And yes, I heard it.
So yeah. I have to get to sleep. I'm talking to the body guy tomorrow, about Mithras, and possibly going down to a junkyard for parts. I mean, hey, it's up to $150-something off the bill. And I get to muck it! Whoo!
-N