Epic borborigmi.
THERE IS A DOG HIGH-FIVING IN G+ HANGOUT
When cats in Santa hats can high-five dogs in chicken suits in a Google+ hangout, can world peace be far behind?
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You know who else didn’t serve soup?
I’ll never see this word without hearing Jerry yell, “The kibosh! THE KIBOSH!!”
I think Elaine would disagree.
A love that dare not be the master of its domain.
“They shrink?”
I amuse myself.
Jess reminded me of this song, The Sulu Dance. It’s by Kidd Chris, a radio DJ who made a series of prank calls to the great George Takei years ago and used clips from those calls in the song.
Give it a listen, won’t you?
Ohh, George. I miss you, buddy.
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Carlin taught me to pay attention and call bullshit. Don’t let them get away with it unnoticed. The world is full of cocksuckers and motherfuckers. And they will win. They’ll take the money and the glory and leave you with shit. So play a different game. Nobody says you gotta play their fucking game. Point out that their game is bullshit and then elevate yourself — not just out of their league, but out of their game altogether. That’s the kind of shit that most people only realize on their death bed. I had a pretty good realization by my thirties. And I owe it mostly to Carlin.
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(Please read the rest of it here. It’s good.)
I realized when I read this that I do the exact same thing. I cannot put up with bullshit, and my brain subconsciously comes up with creative ways to point out that the cocksuckers’ and motherfuckers’ game is bullshit.
I have a good example of this in a recent email exchange I had with my company’s IT guy, which I’ve been thinking about posting.
Anyway, I don’t know whether I picked up this trait from George Carlin as well, or if it’s just how I’m built and that’s why I love George Carlin so much.
Chicken and egg, I guess.
Mmmm… eggs…
Thanks for the great post, Jess and TB! (Can I call you TB? That seems morbid. What about TBM3? T.B. Mims The Third just sounds so formal. Please advise.)
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