Stop it! STOP LIVING IN THE PAST!
--James Lileks, keeper of:
- Matchbook-O-Rama. Dozens of vintage matchbooks, artfully arranged and overanalyzed.
- Old Ad Archive. From newspapers of the 20th century, a selection of microfiche fugitives.
- Postcards from the Open Road. Dozens of motel postcards from around the country, all from the 50s and 60s.
- Have a Seat! Restaurant and Diner postcards from the 50s and 60s
I think Satire is a fucking liar, is what I think.
And I'm feeling like death warmed over myself today to boot.
The only bright spot is that last night's Angel was absolutely hilarious.
So, in my brain-dead state, should I bother watching the last episode of Friends? Which would actually be the first episode of Friends I'd ever have seen?
Did I want to use future conditional in that question, or. . . yep, brain-dead, death warmed over, I go now.
It's one thing to collect memorabilia, it's quite another to let your whole life revolve around the past.
Friends?
What's that?
Isn't that the show that tries to say there is only one black person in New York, and she gets to date one of the leads?
Michael, just like a liberal, always seeing racism where, clearly, none exists. What are you gonna do? Have your pals Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson protest outside NBC?
Wow, this conservative stuff is easier than I thought. Because there's absolutely no thought whatsoever involved.
Case in point. . . Karol? That was what we Earth people call a "joke.".
Actually, Lileks is what we Earth people call a joke. Luckily for him (and the rest of us), he lives in Minnesota, so it's not really an issue.