tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054687761317646645.post7417813188346107546..comments2019-04-06T15:26:53.597-04:00Comments on The Culture Wars.: Yes, that is I.m.a.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08662030747760941919noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054687761317646645.post-5784121295440735062008-12-14T12:29:00.000-05:002008-12-14T12:29:00.000-05:00Will you help me with my SAA paper now?Will you help me with my SAA paper now?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054687761317646645.post-43573814511360632622008-12-13T06:57:00.000-05:002008-12-13T06:57:00.000-05:00First things first ... you said "fuck".You're tire...First things first ... you said "fuck".<BR/><BR/>You're tired. That's the first sign of knowing that you need a change. Now that you know that this chapter of your life is coming to a close, figure out what the next part of your story will be and start working with that draft. I'm always tired and therefore constantly changing. I'm waiting for that time in my life where I can just feel content with what I'm doing.Essentially Mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03793456306791918153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054687761317646645.post-44908401069788544612008-12-13T01:15:00.000-05:002008-12-13T01:15:00.000-05:00Allow me to cut-and-paste my favorite line from my...Allow me to cut-and-paste my favorite line from my favorite movie (Network): <BR/><BR/>I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's work, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad.Dexter Colthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08029661219242000332noreply@blogger.com