| [November 28] Here's a few more:
"Those blind to the future are bound to the past." --me
"Knowing everything is a juggling act I'd rather avoid." --probably a line from a Woody Allen film
"No nothing and know all." --some bald-headed robed guy from Tibet
There's a zillion of those at least as good as the next. Or previous. By the way, what the hell is a 'fadder'? | |
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| [November 27] I've had to put time into pursuing more income, so I've been and will likely be late in getting pages up for a short while. Hopefully it's only a temporary thing. Once I'm settled in a better situation the updates should be more frequent.
Meanwhile, here's the latest page. Enjoy. | |
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[Transcript] - Rudy and Coyote are sitting on the couch and Rudy says, "Talkin' about pasd an' future.. some guy called Georges once said, "Dose'at don't learn from d'past repead it or somdin'" I once thought of adding somedin to that.. "Those at' don known their history will be enslaved by those at do." Or even bedder.... "Those at live in d'past will always lose d'future." People are sorta cursed. Dey learn a lot aboud things, ut dey will always fall back on d'same situations, like dey're predistined or somedin."
"So, you know enough only to know you can't change nature?"
Just then the lights go out and Rudy exclaims, "GODDAMMIT!! Dere goes d'power!"
Coyote replies, "I kinda like it better this way. Nice and dark."
"I don like the dark. Strange things happen d'me in it."
"Strange is fun. I like it when strange things happen."
"Screw you! You ain't gotta live around people!"
"Well, if you don't mind me being honest.... neither do you."
"Ebber had a family da take care of?"
"I did once, but they pretty much took care of themselves."
"I've med irish fadders who were more useful dan you!!"
The cat is sitting on the end table next to them, "Sure would be a shame if that milk went bad without being drank.."
Rudy replies, "You're not gedding any!!"
"Well, then I guess I'll just sit in here and clean myself in front of you."
"Dudn't bodder me. You'd clean yourself in fron'f me even ibbit did."
"Don't you think I have rather large testicles?"
"Now yer boddering me!!" |
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If I knew we'd get paid for it I'd use a beer ad here.
"Dark beer is better beer
And better bark makes Termite Beer!"
You see, I can even write lyrics for commecial jingles.
"Well, if you don't mind me being honest... neither do you." Ohhh, he had me there. Our pieces were limp on the wet pavement like a couple of spent cocks in a three-way. It took us a full second before we started grabbing wood and heaving it against each other. Heaving a sweating, dodging and weaving, denying each other victory like a couple of slap happy drunk fundies in a shouting match, like a couple of punch drunk sissies in a schoolyard shoving contest, like a couple of angry cats in a bar mitzvah. We slammed each other's sides like two tallships on a raging sea... only we didn't have any cannons. He struck me hard, I struck him harder, he struck me as the kinda guy I'd like take to the local bar for a drink so I could roll him in the alley for his wallet and pocket change. We liked each other. Too much.
The lamp is kinda saying, "Huh?"
