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Quirkiness and other moments of absurd profundity |
07.16.07 |
From the QC files today:
So, you're right there on that little boarder, aren't you?
Are you picturing a grown person standing on a midget housemate like I am? I say, 'Get off the midget, you ass.'
And even more precious:
That was a duel fault incident.
I had to write back and ask the newbie, 'Duel fault? You really, really meant dual-fault, right? 'Cuz there weren't really any fights to the death (which would have really been cool in a 'jazzing up the workday kind of way', but still . . .) involved in that, right?'
In other news, on the way home from work tonight I was listening to an NPR story about the controversial practice of certain Super Max prisoners defying a ban against functioning as journalists by publishing their original compositions in college papers and on personal websites.
While an interesting debate might be had on the topic, pitting the first amendment against victims' rights to live free from harassment and all, what grabbed my attention was the inclusive mention of the Aryan Brotherhood Leader, Tommy Silverstein. Now, I might very well be behind the times here, and it's a fact that I live in an all-inclusive bubble of one, but I've never heard of Tommy Silverstein before in my whole life. And so I asked myself, "How exactly does a guy with a last name like Silverstein apply to become a leader of the Aryan Brotherhood?"
I would think that with a name like that, the other leaders would have totally shredded that resume and promptly ordered a Hit. That, however, could just be me.
Anyways . . . That's all. Fair thee well, wayward reader. I'm off to QC heaven and a tasty, steaming plate of homemade teriyaki chicken wings. I'll catch you on the flip.
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