Thursday is Turd's day
Ok...what to write. Well what I do know is that I watched a Kurt Vonnegut 30min. documentary the other night and it was as amazing as it could have been for being what it was. Makes no sense does it. Well its true, so there. I'd never heard him speak, so now, tucked deep inside my brain somewhere, probably making friends with other useless knowledge/thoughts/beliefs is his voice. He rules by the way, and this documentary only backs this up. If he has a funeral when he dies, and its public, I'm willing to drive to it. I promise you.
In other areas of media interest, I'm reading the rest of this book that I had to read some of for my directed readings philosophy class. Jean-Francois Lyotard's "Postmodern Fables". Breathtaking, but not in the sense that it takes all of it. It kind of takes it, but then pumps your lungs for you. But not like an iron lung, because of the inferences thereof relating to scariness and Radioheadness. Unfuckingbelievable would characterize it nicely. So if your looking for some amazing reading, try it....I dare you. Which makes me feel compelled to tell the world a deep dark secret that only I, some select friends, and maybe the DARE program in Huron, Ohio knows (this is debatable, to the leaning of they don't know, due to not keeping records). I didn't graduate DARE the second time through. I didn't write an essay. I didn't get to go on stage to receive my DARE diploma. So it goes. So it goes.
Until the next page turner,
Threename
In other areas of media interest, I'm reading the rest of this book that I had to read some of for my directed readings philosophy class. Jean-Francois Lyotard's "Postmodern Fables". Breathtaking, but not in the sense that it takes all of it. It kind of takes it, but then pumps your lungs for you. But not like an iron lung, because of the inferences thereof relating to scariness and Radioheadness. Unfuckingbelievable would characterize it nicely. So if your looking for some amazing reading, try it....I dare you. Which makes me feel compelled to tell the world a deep dark secret that only I, some select friends, and maybe the DARE program in Huron, Ohio knows (this is debatable, to the leaning of they don't know, due to not keeping records). I didn't graduate DARE the second time through. I didn't write an essay. I didn't get to go on stage to receive my DARE diploma. So it goes. So it goes.
Until the next page turner,
Threename